Horses don't need to talk

I just came in from the barn, bringing all 12 horses in from the cold, blowing snow. Normally, they stay in the pasture as much as possible, which makes for much more sane horses than being in stalls all the time. Snow combined with wind gets them some barn time, though.

They were all lined up at the gate waiting to coming in to their nice stalls, complete with hay, grain and water, and it seemed like they were trying to out-nicker each other in expressing their thanks for coming in. Despite their eagerness to get out of the howling wind and at their grain, they were surprisingly patient and respectful today.

I was reminded of Oliver approaching Mr. Bumble with his plaintive request "Please Sir, can I have some more?" It's days like this that make all the stall cleaning worth it.