Friday, January 5, 2018

Nor' easter - Bomb Cyclone - Blizzard - It's All Beautiful Snow to Me and The Girls





My feet stayed warm until an hour before leaving when snow was two and half, maybe three feet deep. I had forgotten my gaiters, so snow in my boots.  Hands stayed dry and warm until an hour before leaving, when I had to water everyone.

Fully equipped with new winter barn jacket from Hancock free exchange, umbrella, back pack of extra gear for the day. Brought snack and tea for a brief "lunch". My girls all set up at home. A long day for them. 

Arrived a little late, and started to feed the farm (LOTS of animals -dogs, goats, pigs, mini horses, big horses, zebus (small cows),  and chickens). Snow was coming down hard, wind blowing, snow drifting, feeders filling up faster than I could fill them.  Lots of lugging of water buckets - through the snow, winds, blizzard - heaters were breaking.

Then the animal shifting began.

Assisted with the move inside of 8 donkey's, two zebu yearling bulls (zebu is a small cow, look like cows in India), and rescued two oberhaslie goats (Ruth and I had to air lift them up over the gate, it was frozen shut). One was weak, and needed to be carried.  In between mucked five stalls that hadn't been done in a week - so a lot of heavy shit. Been having trouble with the manure trailer, and lack of other muckers, so it's just me and sometimes one other person. Liz (farm owner) was a mucking beast today. Animals shifted to other barn, so stalls emptied, and mucked for next occupant.  To dump muck a full wheel barrel is hauled up a ramp - covered in snow - in blistering wind, and drifting snow.  Oh, forgot the part where barn doors kept getting stuck and not closing, so snow was piling up inside. An exhausting fight with huge sliding barn doors, which got stickier and heavier as day progressed. "Mareee"  I would here Ruth call. 


Animal relocation event over, Liz and Frank, went back into their house. Ruth and I still had to feed.  In four feet of snow, we trudged on dragging our feet as though walking against a current of deep rushing water. The rushing water being wind.  Wind picked up, white out conditions, snow still coming down, it was 2:30 PM when we started feeding, finished and headed for home by 4 PM.  Where I was greeting by jubilant happy girls. Took them for a short walk, showered, started fire, fed girls, got dinner, DONE!

Oh - forgot the part where I walked early this morning the two miles (down hill in a snow storm - it was just starting) to get into work. Got a ride home 8 hours later.  Roads weren't plowed, winds gusting a gail, so visibility poor. We made it, and Ruth made it home safe.  
 


The Day After 
Snowy walk with The Girls. 



 



























 All is right.

What's the difference between
Nor'easter, Bomb Cyclone, Blizzard