In the outer pen, the bench was covered with snow.
The next day, there was still snow on the ground, but people went about their business. The school bus came by for my daughter. The sun came out from the clouds.
All this while, Bow did not ask to go outside. He was content in the warmth of the inner pen.
Today as I went for my walk in the pasture, I noticed that most of the snow had already melted.
There was more of it left in the shade and less in the sunlight. When I got back from my walk, Bow asked to go outside.
It was still pretty cold out, and Brownie complained, but Bow was undaunted. He laid himself down on the rim of the bench and surveyed the yard.
He stayed there a good twenty minutes before he asked to go back in.