I didn’t get home until almost 5:00 tonight, and still had to feed, since both Steve and Sarah are at work. So, I came in and let the dogs out. Zeke got to stay inside with Sprout today because the clip on his run is frozen shut, and encased in a nice solid layer of ice too thick to easily break (I did say everything). They went out an did their business and then I changed. It’s really not that cold – about 30 degrees – but I put on my Carhart coveralls anyway. I figured I might need the padding. It was dark by this time, so all I had for light was the light from my beanie lamp and my flashlight. That really might not be relevant, but it does add to the visual. I was able to walk across the yard and pasture to the gate going to the back of the barn, mostly because the grass is long enough that it breaks beneath the ice. I get to the barnlot gate, and the dirt path is a solid sheet of beautiful clear glass-like ice. Not conducive to walking. I try for the grass, but its so short it doesn’t break. It’s just pokey ice. There is no way walking is going to happen. So, I approach the incline the only way I have left to me – I sit down and slide down the hill to the bridge on my hiney. Remember that there is a matching hill up to the barn on the other side of the creek. There’s no walking up that either. So, I have to crawl on my hands and knees. No, it’s not elegant, but the animals need feed. They don’t seem to have the same troubles with the ice that I have.
Everyone gets extra feed. The one concession I make is that the cows don’t get their hay in the feeder across the icy lot. They get it tossed out the door onto the ice. I feel slightly bad about that, but then I remember what I had to do to get to the barn, and decided they could eat off the ground. And yes, I had to reverse the process to get back to the house. I’m going to go have a mocha.