Cheyenne M

Maisy's Foal

“We ain’t never seen snow quite like this in any November I’ve been around for!” Joe bellowed from the doorway as he tapped his boots on the door jam. “I reckon the wind’s got it feeling like it’s in the negative twenties out there.” He stomped his boots once more and stepped inside, slamming the door behind him with all his might. His body shuddered for a moment and he let out a sigh, “The animals are good though. The chickens look good, the pigs are okay, and a barn owl has made its home in the rafters above Maisy’s foaling stall.” he paused for a moment, “You know, that new space heater is doing them quite good it seems.”