Monday, October 25, 2010
Just as a second pregnancy brings flashbacks of the prior labor, the first real storm of the year reminds one of last winter's trials and tribulations. Slogging through the mud, slipping and sliding in the chicken pen, sitting in soggy bibbies to milk wet goats. Ahhh, yes...it's all coming back to me now. The driving rain and roaring wind never let up all day. Returning to the house, I couldn't have been wetter if I'd stood in the shower with my clothes on. Even my socks were wet through my winter boots. Mercifully, the power stayed on and everything could go right into the dryer. I had turned the Silkies' crate so the rain wouldn't blow in, but the wind shifted and last night I found three wet hens under the stand and a lone egg sloshing around in the crate. I retrieved the egg, dumped out the water, brought straw, put the littlest girls to bed, and made a lean-to of sorts to protect the door. The goats had to be pushed outside in the morning and then nearly stampeded to get back in at night. Long winter, wet spring, short summer, and winter's here again. Oh, yes...I remember.