The weather is still cold tho not so severe as some time ago.
Feed is going at an alarming rate of speed.
We hitched up the little black mare to go out and find some straw, hay, or anything that might splice out our diminishing stock of hay and corn fodder.
Called at C Harriets & returning went up to Jack Newinghaus’ but found nothing at either place.
Newinghaus lost a horse yesterday to the effects of eating cornstalks.