Cold Day with Ground Games with Fancy
It was twenty six degrees again and the slight wind cut through my body like a knife. I fed the home horses without wearing my four layer top and bottom. The thought of riding Fancy was again, cold-painful. Heck, I'll reward her and feed her. I drove over to Ms Fancy's stable. I got her out of her paddock and put on her magnetic blanket. I fed her in her stall. I cleaned up her stall. There were some suspicious brown piles in her stall. Oh heck, another crazy old…