Vernon asked me to help feed this morning. We had awoke to -11˚… and if I helped, the boys could do their feeding, and then turn the cows in that were standing at the gate. Vernon could get an earlier chance at snowmobiling out to turn off a generator and pump. Of course, I’d help. Remember? Remember? When the boys were in school and at college, I was out everyday helping! How lazy I’ve become…
Fleece lined jeans, bib Carhartt overalls, t-shirt, flannel shirt, Carhartt coat, warm boots, wool mittens, scarf, and two hats! Boy, I was ready! The selfie I took this morning made me look ridiculous, so I won’t be sharing *THAT*. Anyway… I figured I was prepared. Then we drove down to the other place, 7 am on the dot… don’t ever let it be said that we start work at 8 am around here!
Normally, Vernon uses the bale feeder, but this old tractor has problems. The PTO quit working and that drives the bale feeder… so today we’re loading two bales on the pickup. Every time Vernon tried to pick up a bale, he’d have to jump out and wrestle with hydraulic hoses. I don’t think he was particularly enjoying that.
See? Taken from *inside* the nice, warm pickup! The calves were eager for breakfast and stood staring at my headlights…
Then it was back for two more bales… and then a trip to the creek. Look, the turkeys aren’t even out of bed yet!
Then more hay… wrestle hydraulic hoses… and more hay… and more wrestling… Feeding two bales at a time is not productive! By 10 am, though, I was back in the house, and I had spent 2 minutes out in the cold! Well, ok, the pickup was cold there for a while… 😉
The cows that were waiting at the fenceline have been turned in, and who knows? I may be asked to help feed some more pretty soon!