Time and warmth enough to finally take down my outside Christmas lights… It was horribly warm yesterday… 45˚. Now my house is surrounded by a snowy ice rink, where you take your life in your hands walking on my front sidewalk, out to the chicken coop, or simply climbing into your car.
I *HATE* when it warms up like this! Stay cold or thaw it all, but creating this ice rink is just dangerous. And not just to us pitiful two leggeds, but we’ve had more than one cow slough her calf or twist her uterus falling on ice.
Nevertheless, I had donned my chained up muck boots and teetered out to help the boys. Thankfully, we took four wheelers to repatriate a wayward cow and bring Daniel’s herd up to the corral so he could haul them to his house.