Update: I've reloaded this video to YouTube. It should be working fine now.

This morning there were icicles hanging from the chin of every horse we own. They were icicles on their flanks. Icicles on their tails. Icicles on their ears. Icicles on their muzzles. Icicles on their fetlocks. As our two smaller horses, the Arabian and the Appaloosa, plowed their way through the snow to the water trough, the snow was up to their furry bellies.

Toby looked to me like one of those barges on the Nile. Or one of those intricately carved Viking ships. You know, with a dragon or the mythical beast at the head, with an elegant arched neck, and the ornate rudder? Instead of sailing across a river ocean of blue, the Percheron horse navigated his way across a blanket of white. The only thing missing were the oars. But maybe all of those icicles hanging from his flanks would suffice.