Thursday, December 15, 2016

Chaos

Not a recent photo, alas....

Look on the bright side, Liz, the pickle didn't fall in your boot.....

About chaos.....Not the ones in Sonic the Hedgehog, although we had great fun with those back in the day. (I was terrible at the game, but loved the sounds.)

Nope, the chaos of hay customers who call mega-early wanting a load, and the driveway is plowed and sanded, gates open, all in readiness, and no one ever shows. And no one answers the phone at the number they called from either.

Frozen water lines in the too-lightly populated heifer barn, so water must be hauled from the kitchen for very many animals. Not by me btw, but it sure ties up the sink... Bringing the cows down to the barn. There's a bit of chaos for you. We would have liked to bring them inside sooner, but with the warm weather there was every likelihood they would get pneumonia in the old, stone-walled, bank barn.

They are such dorks.

We brought them down in a white-out with the temperature hovering at twelve and a howling wind. Windchill down to 4. I could feel my cheeks freezing, as in actual frostbite, and had to keep thawing them with my hands. 


Of course the fools...nine years old except for the heifer!!....couldn't remember the barn. OMG, scary, scary, scary....the same cow lane they negotiated since they were calves. OMG scary, scary, scary. OMG a DOOR!!!! NO!!!

It took much longer than it needed to, but they are in now.

The birds emptied the feeders three times today, even though we filled them fuller than usual. Back to the big feeder tomorrow I guess. We take it down in summer because of chipmunks.

Sorry but I am not making that pie today....maybe tomorrow....I went so far as to get the apples out, but a sink full of animal water, three stubborn bovines, and absentee hay buyers put the kibosh on that.

It is a good feeling to have all the animals in with the night we are expecting though.

And about that pickle. The boss dropped one while making a sammich and it just missed Liz's boot. That makes up for a lot.

7 comments:

Cathy said...

"We brought them down in a white-out with the temperature hovering at twelve and a howling wind. Windchill down to 4. I could feel my cheeks freezing, as in actual frostbite, and had to keep thawing them with my hands. "

Okay. Wow. Just WOW!
This weather is a little scary.
Reminds of the late '70's when we moved back to Ohio from Denver.
Pretty brutal.

Jan said...

This would all make a good sitcom for TV. Have you ever thought of screen writing?

threecollie said...

Cathy, it was nasty. I hate it, mostly because if the power went off we would be cold inside as well as out. I could not believe that the cows didn't just come down to the barn when the gate was opened!

Jan, I often think that if I didn't see it happen I wouldn't believe it....lol

Linda said...

All too familiar.

threecollie said...

Linda, yup, life in the information age.

Ontario Wanderer said...

We are hauling water from our barn cistern to the house so we can flush the toilets. Our well has gone dry 3, or is it 4, times this fall so we have to buy water to dump into our well so we can wash dishes. We have been getting drinking water from an artisan well, a few kilometres away, for years already.

threecollie said...

OW, that sounds downright miserable. It is so hard when the basic necessities take up your whole day. Makes hauling water to the barn seem almost easy.