I’m really, really great at being a fair-weather “farmer.” On the other hand, when the frigid weather hits (like today), my gung-ho-edness starts to wane.
But I feel bad for my two- and four-legged creatures, so I try to pull some grit from somewhere down deep and head out. For their sake.
Of course a hose had been left out all night in the freezing temps so I hauled it into the house basement to thaw and then broke the ice for the calves. Most of them are still a little spooked when I’m around (I think they sense that I’m just a phony or pretend farmer and really have no clue what I’m doing) but this gal (see picture below) almost always comes to greet me. I call her Crop Ear. Some time in her short life, lady Crop Ear has been through it (hence, the ear) and has come out on the other side. Who doesn’t love a sociable survivor?!
The chickens were ready and itching to get out and explore. So I opened up the buffet (the great farm grounds) and gave them a little extra chicken dessert to maybe stay a little bit warmer. Maybe. If even slightly warm is possible on a day like today.
Our valiant roo was keeping close watch over his ladies.
Our butcher pig, Ham Bone, has been preparing for the weather for a while. He stayed busy these last few days building a king-sized bed for himself! Don’t you just love pigs?! I do!
Eva (resident dog) and Grey Kitty kept up with me as I attempted to complete the chores. I caught a rare picture of Grey Kitty finishing up the dog’s breakfast. Side note: We go through a lot of farm cats. But when people give us their strays or extra kittens it seems they are usually grey! We always (for simplicity’s sake) name them Grey Kitty.
While I waited for the hose to thaw so I could top off the calf-water tank, I decided to take the gas tanks to town and give them a fill in case our power goes out and we need to stay warm by other means.
I don’t think I’ve ever hauled anything in the bed of a truck. And I made a rookie mistake. A big one. I loaded the empty cans at the back of the bed (by the tailgate). Once I got on the highway I heard a strange clatter coming from behind. One look in my rear-view mirror and I thought I saw a gas can. On the highway. Great. After pulling over and checking my cargo, thankfully I found that both cans were still on board but had obviously been close to departing. I moved them closer to the cab of the truck and finished the task. Lesson learned. Again.
Now I’m back inside and I’ve been patting myself on the back with a frozen paw for surviving another chore session without serious harm done to myself or to the beasts or to the property or to the equipment.
Time to thaw out before heading back outside to check on everything again! (shivers … brrr)
Categories: Life on the farm
My name is Ginia Oehlschlager and I'm a small-town gal from Missouri. Join me as I document my crazy life on the farm with my husband and four kids. I'm always looking for frugal, simple ways to live the life God set before me. Where faith, family and fun come together on the farm.