I ended up putting a second blanket overtop of Prince's icy one, because with the wind and sleet and icicles he just couldn't stay warm. In fact he was shaking like a leaf in the single blanket. It didn't help that he stood out all night in the weather -- and it's not as though he doesn't have a stall, which he makes frequent use of when it rains.
The birds were looking so frantically for food that I threw oats out under the shrubs in the garden.
So was the snow-covered landscape. Snow is magical in the same way the ocean is magical. Especially if you live in the South and snow is a novelty.
After running around a bit Prince set to pawing for grass. This pasture is still quite rich and in the best shape of our 3 pastures at the moment.
The horses spent most of the day working for their food, taking breaks every now and then to eat hay.