If I’m really fighting my way through weather to do something, and that doesn’t happen very often, I want the trip to be worthwhile. I was concerned about the chicken yard top cover, and this is what I saw when I arrived…
As I kind of hoped all along, dry powder doesn’t stick to chicken wire like the wet heavy stuff does. It didn’t need me.
And the ladies were sensibly staying indoors…
…which put them one up on me in the common sense department. It wasn’t a wasted trip, of course – their water was completely fouled and then completely frozen, and they were out of pellets. So all in all they were as happy to see me as they ever are. But it was an interesting trip.
This is, I’m fairly sure, easily the biggest snowfall we’ve had since I moved here twelve years ago. I measured a solid seven inches of new powder on the porch floor and the roof of the tin shed – 6″ on the solar panels. I have one pair of lined jeans, and by the time I got home they were caked with ice halfway to the knee. Maybe common in Montana, it’s certainly not uncommon in Michigan, but that’s why I don’t live in either of those places. I hate winter, and winter has well and truly come to Joel’s Gulch.
Fortunately I just learned that I’m off the hook for the one other thing that might drag me farther away from the Lair than the woodshed, so I’m gonna take my boot off, have another cup of coffee and stay awhile where it’s warm. 🙂
Winter must like you. Here we can still see the ground and we usually get white stuff. Glad to know where winter went.