Like those beavers “said” in the late fall, we’re getting plenty of cold and snow this winter for sure! Will hurried to get our new tractor home from the auction yard after we made the winning bid. As Will says, we paid too much, but now it’s done and the tractor seems to be a good addition to our homestead. We’ve already used it to haul round bales out to the steers and horses.
We’ve been listening to the weather radio intently for four days now, as we were warned of a major storm heading right for us. We’d hoped it would miss us, but figured it wouldn’t. So we went through all the motions: stocking up on more wood in the house, bedding and watering the animals extra well, and hanging old blankets over the barn doors to prevent drafts.
Will even changed the oil in our truck’s snowplow pump and made sure it was functioning perfectly. Last night it started to snow as we’d expected it would. By ten o’clock we had seven inches down and it was snowing and blowing pretty hard. This morning, we woke up to more than a foot on the flat and drifts more than three feet deep in places. Sigh — we just dug out from the last one!
So, this morning we started shoveling. Will shoveled a path out to the pickup, then he and Spencer (our trusty snowplow dog) headed out to clean the yard and driveway. I took up the shovel and headed for the goat barn and shoveled a path to each pen and did chores. Then I shoveled a path to the chicken coop and upper pig pen where our butcher pig is housed, and did chores there. Will and Spencer were still plowing.
I finished chores and went in to warm up. Then I took up the shovel and went back out to improve our paths. Uh oh — I heard the plow truck making stuck noises down by the barn. I detoured to the plowed trail down to the barn, shovel in hand. Yep, the truck was stuck, headed downhill toward the pasture fence. The plow motor had hit a dead spot and wouldn’t lift the plow.
We spent an hour messing with it and Will finally got it to lift and fixed the problem — a poor ground. He went out and finished plowing, then did chores.
So much for being totally “prepared!” But we are cozy, our animals well fed and warm. I think I’ll make oatmeal cookies. (It seems like when there’s a storm we always need a good pot of stew and some sweets. I think it’s the hibernation mode kicking in…)
All of you in the northeast, keep warm and safe. Our prayers are with you. — Jackie