The weather news this week for most of the country was the winter storm. I have to admit, it was impressive, the kind of snow I remember from my childhood, with snow banks taller than people and icicles, and drifts.
The wind was out of the west and north for most of the storm, so where the drifts piled is an interesting study in how to lay out a farm yarn and animal pens. The duck house was sheltered by a few stacked square bales. Zinger’s improvised dog shelter for Monday was quickly overtaken by a drift on Tuesday (she was inside the cabin since then, but loves to run in the drifts). The duck run has some paths created by both wind and duck feet. The chicken coop is clean in the windward side, and just on the leeward side, but then a tall drift fills the rest of their pen.
Today, Norman’s is loaning me his testosterone fueled mega snow blower and we’ll clear some paths and pens out. Zinger will continue to explore her new home.
About the photo. Every winter, I put a lighted tree on the dock of the small pond. The first year, with no cabin here, it was an amazing site to see the lighted tree in the middle of nothing. It’s become a tradition. This year, the full moon rose just at sunset, so I snapped this pic with the camera. If it had been a week later, there wold have been snow, too.