7:25pm: The phone keeps ringing off the hook. That’s been good though Windchill’s finding it hard to talk on the cordless in a cold barn. Wish we’d get a reprieve from the bitter cold. Windchill keeps us guessing – he went from a decidedly depressed, down-spirited day with very little movement and not wanting to sit up at all, to perking up a bit this evening as friends stopped to put in time with him to even attempting to at least push himself up farther onto the hay bales. Apparently an entire school’s faculty is going to be putting in time this weekend to help relieve us. Windchill’s gonna get that education yet. Tomorrow will be a big day for all of us – the vet is coming in the morning to look him over. Hopefully his owner will come out and visit. The sheriff and the newspaper are going to come see how he’s doing as well. And if the vet okays it we’ll be cleared to lift him onto his legs. He really needs to stand if he’s to survive. Today’s depression really worried us but at least tonight after more company he was willing to give it a try. Tomorrow I hope this past week’s worth of prayers, grain, hay, meds and new friends will all add up to giving him the hope and energy he will need to have the strength to get onto and stand on his feet again.