Woke up to a fresh coating of snow this morning, and a black pony running through it looking for his breakfast rations. At 15 degrees, the snow flying off his back, it was a gorgeous sight! For all the discomfort of cold toes and extra layers, the winter chores on the farm are so much lighter than the other three seasons. No one is being milked, giving birth, or demands pasture management every day. All those chickens are in their freezers and if there are any lambs or kids out there they are the size of prunes, warm inside their mama's. There is just the work of hay and deep bedding, keeping water defrosted, chickens fed and pigs content. The bulk of the chores has moved indoors to the hob in the house. Keeping that fire going is the real work now, and it is work worth doing. It's nearly 9 AM and the house is up to sixty degrees, the dogs fed, and I am about to head to my upstairs office. It'll be a busy day of tasks indoors and out. With hot coffee, music, and a good meal it will be a fine one. May the fire keep up with me!
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