Winter showed up a few days ago. It’s below freezing and of course it snowed north of me and ice stormed here and all the way to Houston and beyond to Galveston Island. Roads are icy here, sheriff was on Facebook yesterday warning everyone to stay home and featuring wrecks, one an 18 wheeler. It’s 14F this morning. I turned water off and drained pipes Saturday afternoon. I drew up water for house hold use and a big stock tank of water outside, I have to break ice on the horse tub and water buckets for the sheep. I carry boiling hot water to pour in the sheep buckets, twice a day. Got pots on the stove now.
I’ll suit up in multiple layers of clothing and put insulated bib Carhart overalls on and a Carhart coat. I have a heavy sweat hoodie under the coat and a knit hat under the hood. I wear gloves.
Yesterday evening as I was finishing up, a hinge broke on the storage room door, at the top. I was trying to hold the door up, grow a third hand to hold screw and drill, standing on an icy ladder, when the bottom hinge broke and the whole door fell off. I said cuss words.
So I found a tarp to cover the door with. Up the icy ladder, wind flapping the tarp just out of reach, down the icy ladder, grab tarp, up the icy ladder, realize nails aren’t going to work and the screws I got to rehang the door were too short. So I went inside to get longer screws.
Came back out, no tarp. Wind blew it away. The fence caught it. Wound up driving nails on one side to tie tarp to and strips of wood screwed through the tarp on other side. So today I can untie one side, fight my way in and out and retie the hay string this evening when I feed again.
Door frame 2x4s are rotted enough that I will have to replace them. Door was homemade, on the building when we got it, and frame is splintered, bottom is rotted so I might as well replace it and build another one. I’ll do that in better weather. In the meantime I’ll fight the tarp twice daily and blast it with ugly words.
Sheep have stayed huddled up in their shelters. I deep bedded with hay and pine shavings. Dogs curl up with sheep for warmth. The minute I crack the back door open, sheep are yelling at me for feed, pity and sympathy.
Tomorrow it will get above freezing. I’ll turn water back on, get a shower, check for leaks and turn water back off because night temps will plunge back down in the teens.
Sheep and dogs are up and walking around. Guess I’d better get to work!