Today, the sun is out brightly and the big snowstorm is history. Will waited until the snow had stopped as it does little good to plow a mile and half of driveway, only to have to do it again in a few hours. There was no big rush to get out anyway. He went out while I was washing dishes, plowing around the yard, then hitting the driveway. But he didn’t come back as soon as I thought he should. Maybe he was over, plowing Drew out? I waited. Then I got THE call. He was stuck on ice, way out in the driveway. I grabbed the shovel and bag of kitty litter and headed out the already plowed driveway. Yep, there Will was, backed into a snowbank with the driveway tires on glare ice. He’d plowed up a big wad of heavy snow, and it shoved him sideways. When he tried to back off the snow, he got stuck in the snowbank.
Tossing some kitty litter under the road-side tires and doing a little shoveling on the snowbank side, he was able to gently creep out. And on up the driveway he went, plowing that foot of snow plus the drifts, off into the woods. He had already plowed Drew out so we were all set.
On Saturday, son, David came out. We had given him Old Blue, our trusty ¾ ton 1985 Chevy pickup, which was his dad’s and my old truck we’d moved here from Montana in 2004. It had been “retired” since 2017 and just sitting there, waiting for a rebuild. The paint was the old EPA approved stuff that slowly fell off. But the truck was a sweet runner and has no “modern” electronics on it. Will and David got it started, even with gas that was 9 years old, with no stabilizer added. It didn’t take much at all to get Blue started! It had kind of sunk in the ground so Will ended up having to give it a boost out with the Kubota as the clutch was wonky. But, once out, David drove it down to the end of the driveway and turned around, heading back. The clutch loosened up and Blue was “back in the saddle.” David is very happy!
Drew got the chicken coop cleaned out a few days ago and bedded down with fresh pine shavings. The old shavings are now piled up out in the small garden next to the coop. When it thaws out, I’ll till them in and the garden will be oh so happy. The coop looks great and I’m sure the “girls” are happy too. We’re getting about 7 eggs a day as they’re starting to lay. When I went to Walmart today, the only eggs they had in the cooler were the expensive ones. All empty below. Holy cow!
— Jackie
