It is a cold, rainy, yucky day. Too cold for October, reluctantly I am pulling out horse blankets, checking buckles and surcingles, counting how many I need. I pull the two geldings in from the front field-one is almost 30, my favorite old foxhunter and Red, who is too skinny now. I put them in the barn and watch them roll in the shavings and heave sighs of warm relief. My girlfriend Carol sent me a photo of her weanling , who is burrowed in a nest of clean straw , not about to get up! It is so cute. I guess we all know what that feels like to burrow under the comforter and just keep sleeping.
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