Last weekend, feeding the cows looked like this.
This weekend, it looks like this.
The photos were taken less than a half mile apart.
This weekend, the temperature in the teens with an even chillier wind chill, and we're fighting our way through snow drifts of up to 6 feet in places. Daryl spent most of yesterday clearing roads so he could get to the cattle to feed them. And in the spirit of Christmas, he pulled a few people out of ditches and cleared driveways for the neighbors.
On a nice winter day, feeding usually takes us about 3 hours. On a day like today, after getting the stock tanks filled, the road bladed again, and the truck started, we started at 9 a.m. and didn't get home until almost 5 p.m. No wonder farmers go to sleep early.
Our pastures have cover for the cattle to get in so they're out of the elements. But we do worry about the calves who have not seen snow before and are experiencing their first cold blast.
We don't know when we'll have Christmas with either of our families yet. It's still a challenge to get anywhere and my Dad has his own chores to do. But that's the way it is on the farm. Often the cattle come first and the rest of the family comes second.