Yesterday we awoke to a world of white.
And no, I’m not ready. I still have to:
Paint my hen house.
Winterize the hen house.
Get baby Bam Bam a bit more grown up.
Plant pansies for the winter.
Give fall shots to our calves.
Gather and ship for several neighbors.
And in our world of white and barely above freezing temps, we got to go preg check cows for the neighbor. In fact, right this very minute, Zach is out preg checking for another neighbor. Glad it’s him and not me- as the idea of having only one arm covered in actual clothing, when the air temperature outside is just shy of 30 degrees isn’t fun. Ah well, at least the uncovered arm will be warm by virtue of where it is…
Today there’s more snow in the forecast and I think we are supposed to help a neighbor gather his cow herd today, as he’s wanting to ship his calves out tomorrow. Though if we get too much precipitation and then it warms up, it will probably be too muddy to get the cattle truck in and out, so we’ll just have to play it by ear.
In the meantime I’m keeping my fingers crossed that old man winter will BACK OFF like the weather man says he’s supposed to, and that we’re back in the 60s this weekend. What happened to fall, you grizzly-bearded kill-joy winter? I’m fine with you sharing the joys of snow and cold with us, but can we have fall first?