We survived the ice storm last night with little damage: one hen stayed out too long and drowned/froze to death, but that was our only livestock loss. We didn't lose power for more than a few seconds at a time, although that happened often enough to ensure that we kept our computers turned off. And the roads weren't coated, so Kris could work today, which is a good thing.
But limbs were down all over the place. One large one crashed against the gate by the henhouse, springing it open, and the cattle grazed our yard for a short time this morning. I managed to get them back in OK, and nobody else was roaming (getting the horse back in would've been a nightmare).
A huge cedar tree crashed across my sister-in-law's driveway: I went down and helped my father-in-law remove it about noon. Another tree came down on his porch roof, but there's still so much ice that climbing to remove it would be impossible. So that'll have to wait.
We've had 6 inches of rain in the first six days of January here: the paddocks are so deep in mud that it's nearly impossible to walk across them unless the temperature drops. We've been hovering right around the freezing mark, but it's supposed to get cold this weekend, then soar to the upper 50's next week. Insane.
I guess I'm a real farmer: I haven't left yet! Everybody wants to be out on the land in spring, summer and fall, even though the work is hard, but the true measure of dedication comes in December, January and February.
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