Friday, December 10, 2010
The cows seem to eat more now that it is colder and they let me know when they need something by moooing - loudly! I know when I hear that noise that I will need to trudge out to the barn to see what they need. They used to be afraid of me but now they are friendly. Too friendly! I didn't know cows would lick you like dogs do but they do only but they are much bigger and have really large, rough tongues. Trudging out to the barn in the snow is not much fun. The boots I bought at Tractor Supply seemed like a good idea this past fall but I am finding that the deep treads on the bottoms tend to get clogged with snow and other matter (we won't mention what) and I gather this stuff up until I am walking around with a large, heavy mass under each foot which I then need to knock off to get into the house. I can never get it all off so I end up with a yucky mess that melts all over and have to clean the floor. Besides having feet that look like I am wearing snow shoes made of ice, snow and crap, I come back to the house with wet spots all over from cows licking me. Ewwwww.
We have to be sure to gather the eggs on a regular basis each day so that they don't freeze. The cows and chickens need their water checked as it is freezing and needs to be kept fresh so they have water to drink. The wood burner is going full time and eating wood like candy. I have to shovel the snow off the steps and walks and put down some salt. Have I said how much I HATE snow! I think I have.
Well, anyone who would like to visit a working farm and enjoy the life is welcome to come! There's a snow shovel, feed pail, and muck rake just waiting for you!
Monday, December 6, 2010
It started snowing on Saturday and hasn't stopped. It will never stop. I am doomed to live in snow. Ugh.
As I think I have mentioned, I HATE snow~! The weather forecast is calling for snow everyday for the foreseeable future. As tender of the home fires I am trudging up and down the stairs to put wood in the furnace every hour or so now that it is so cold. Good news is I can give up the gym membership as I have my very own version of a stairclimber. I thought I was living in the 1940's house, but I was sadly mistaken. I am living in the Dr. Zhivago house. I can't decide if this is the one that was covered with ice and snow and was so pretty to look at (ha ha--easy to look at from the comfort of your couch!) or the one where he has returned to his home to find the stove out and scolds his wife for not keeping the fire going. Her father tells him that she lets it go out everyday while he is at work as they do not have enough fire wood. I can relate. The stack in the basement grows smaller each day and I am starting to eye the furniture. I am trying to watch movies with the word "beach" in the title hoping I can pretend I am somewhere warm. I listen to Jimmy Buffet and dream of islands (any old one will do) and boat drinks with little umbrellas. I can be very delusional when necessary! I would feel much better if Zhivago himself were here to keep me warm and write poetry for me. Sigh.