One Hundred Sixteen

Snow and freezing temperatures have arrived to the area.  Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve and breeding had ended for the year.  Amen!  This year went well with the breeding program except when a sturdy, lovely ram injured his hoof.  The girls could easily run from him and this spring will tell the results of this injury.  

The temperatures have been well below normal and they only way for me to warm my hands is to stick them into my underwear.  Rubber buckets are frozen solid and we bring them to the house to melt.  It takes a day or two for the frozen blacks to loosen form the sides of the bucket. There are melting blocks of ice in the basement sink melting on their own time. 

We still enjoy going to the barn and spending time in the barn.  I just wish it was not so cold.

© William Churchill 2014