Was it late last night – or early this morning – dogs stood alert on the bed and we listened to the eerie high pitched yipping screams that were brought forth with chilling winds ripping across the frozen reservoir, delivering the icy start to a cold that has spread an unmoving hardness deep into the ground and slickened, smoothing the water of yesterday into slippery sheets frosted with a light white coating; after a brief inspection, wind lifting mane, Lancer returns to the shelter of the stall to breakfast within.