22 Degrees and Dropping

I don't know that I've ever been so cold in my life! I walk outside and instantly every inch of exposed skin is numb. I didn't realize just how cold it was until I realized that the strange noise I heard on my way to school was the ice in the water bottle I had left in my truck: solid as a rock. I also discovered a new experience: I was cleaning my horse's stall on Monday and, as I deftly tossed the first fork-full of manure into the wheel-barrow I heard another strange noise. It was the noise of solid hitting solid. Granted, poo is considered solid waste, but usually it's a bit mushy and lands in the wheel-barrow as more of a thud than a clump-bump-bump hard-as-a-rock sound. What on earth was that? I wondered. Then I realized that it was so cold that Ribbon's poo had frozen solid. I have never known such a thing before.