What happened to winter? Not only was there no snow, but it went too fast. Melissa started back to work full time on Wednesday, so that means I’m in charge of the farm again. I must admit that I took a break over the winter—Melissa did all the chores—so it’s going to take a day or two (or twenty-seven!) to get myself back into ‘chore’ shape.
Life in the barn is tricky this week. Because we’re shearing this Sunday, and the weather was predicted to be rainy (and it has been), we locked the sheep in the barn to keep them dry. This means that instead of the sheep serving themselves from the hay feeders outside, I must bring their hay to them. We are SO not set up for this.
Basically I must pitch hay from the steers’ bale, the closest to the barn, into a wagon, then drag the wagon into the barn. I’d rather the steers not be around when I do this, since they like to chew on my sweatshirt and nuzzle me in places I’d prefer not to be nuzzled by a 500-pound steer.
So I trick the steers into their pen in the barn and lock them there. Here they are, wondering what sort of game I’m playing…
The sheep are milling about, telling me in no uncertain terms that being locked in the barn just isn’t funny any more.
Tucker the llama hums angrily at me the entire time.
I begin pitching hay—hot, sweaty work. I tell myself it’s all exercise! (Although in the Weight Watchers’ list of exercise, I doubt I will find ‘pitching hay.’) Finally get the sheep fed so they quiet down.