The weather has been quite mild since the last storm. Enough to spoil you, but if you have any sense at all not enough to suggest that maybe winter’s effectively over.
In fact I was quite pleased with myself, because the return of weather coincided with the knowledge that it had been a couple of months since I cleaned the stovepipe and generally serviced the woodstove area. So I spent an hour doing that yesterday, and was basically ready for whatever came. But I truly wasn’t expecting much.
I woke up before light, and what little I could see out the window suggested that it had certainly snowed. No surprise, it was right on schedule. And not supposed to be any big deal, right? I’ll just cocoon through it.
Ten Inches of wet, heavy stuff. Ten Inches! You know what that means? Not only is it possibly the biggest single snowfall since I moved to the desert, which I don’t really remember but that would be cool, but there’s a disaster going on at the Chickenhouse! If it was fluffy powder there’d be no problem, but that much wet snow will destroy the chicken yard’s top cover! I have to get there right frickin’ now, and it’s probably already too late! (Many pics after the fold.)
“Getting there right frickin’ now” was going to be a problem.
While that’s going on, I waded around the cabin to the solar panels…
There was no way I was going to make it up the driveway’s hill, so I had to risk the wash. On other such occasions I’ve gotten off track with the snow and poor viz but the Jeep has never actually stranded me. I had surprisingly little trouble getting through this time; maybe I’m getting the hang of it.
So I got to the chickenhouse, a drive of maybe a mile and a half by the route I had to take, with much less drama than I deserved. I went right into the chickenhouse, greeted the thoroughly freaked-out hens, and hurried through it to the yard…
I brought all of the above except the arms. Torn rotator cuffs are forever. So by the time I was finished I was a tired and sore but happy man.
The snow stretched the hell out of the wire but the top cover didn’t part anywhere. I was impressed. I’ll need to take up the slack when the weather moderates and the snow melts, but that’s probably not an hour’s work.
I must say, that would be an impressive snowfall by Michigan standards. At least southern Michigan. Given what we usually get in the high desert, this really might be the biggest single snowfall I’ve personally seen since coming here.