Monday, December 02, 2013

Snow Day!


Not our first of the year by a long shot, but the first storm that's rolled in packing enough of a punch that we didn't even try to send the kid to school. Eighteen inches of snow forecast, sub-zero temperatures and possibility of zero visibility--it's just not worth the risk.

Unfortunately, that doesn't mean the rest of us get to hunker in the house, except for my husband who had hip replacement surgery two weeks ago and is therefore cosigned to lounging in the house until after the first of the year. That means I'll be the one out there with Dad trying to get tractors and pickups to start and run in the bitter cold, slogging around in the white stuff to keep everything fed. Animals generate body heat from what they eat, so good feed is more important than ever at times like this. We'll be out there tossing hay for as long as the visibility allows. Then we, too, may be forced to hit the couch. But only for safety's sake.



Linda G. said...

Eek! I knew there was a reason I don't live in Montana. ;)

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BS said...

Your snow pics are really pretty! But, I know when it is cold and wet how much NOT fun it is to feed all the livestock. This weekend I will get a taste of the cold with maybe a little ice. I dearly do not love the cold.

M.E. Masterson said...

I am not missing that kind of weather. We have just moved to Missouri here in Oct and are expecting icy conditions and snow. Nothin like we had up there tho'. Stay safe!

Darlene Underdahl said...

When I lived at home, I would join my parents in the barn while they milked the cows. There was no heat except for the animal warmth, and northern Minnesota can hit forty below. When I finished my tasks and sat down on a cement step, the barn cats would rush me. The first one would crawl into my lap, and the others would press against me as tight as they could, then hope I wouldn’t move. Good times.

Kari Lynn Dell said...

I have a co-worker who is a native of Louisiana. She is quite sure Montana is trying to do her in.

And Darlene, did your parents squirt milk to the cats? That was my favorite part of milking. And the cats', too.