Shorty: "What happened to Spring?"
Sam: "We're in Colorado. This is Spring!"
Shorty: "Could someone please throw me a rope."
Thursday morning started out with blue skies over the prairie and ominous storm clouds tumbling over the mountains, promising to engulf the towns below. By Noon the temperature had dropped into the low teens, the winds were howling, and the snow was flying...horizontally!
A typical spring blizzard in Colorado.
By evening, Misty and Marley were bedded down in their stalls with fresh shavings and straw. Stall doors were shut tight. Dinner was served and I bid them goodnight.
Early Friday morning we awoke to abiding winds and frigid cold, but the snow was lighter.
By mid morning it ceased snowing and the gray sky took on a brighter cast. Misty and Marley were ready for those stall doors to open.