It’s raining outside, and it might be snowing by this evening. You can tell from the look on Charlie’s face that I’m about to get kicked out of her stall:
I guess I’ll try to stay out of the way for a while:
We’re having hay inside, so we can dry off, if we want to—some of us would rather run around than stay dry, like our Iris:
Good old RC will always share hay with me:
It looks like Stormy’s pretty dry, and so is Chavez, who is in Henry’s stall, as usual:
Where’s Henry?
Oh, he found a nice bale of hay all to himself—lucky horse! 🐎