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A City Boy Making His Way in the Country

It’s the most miserable time of the year.

Owning a farm in the winter stinks. One day there’s snow. The next it melts. Then maybe we get some rain. Then, invariably, the mud comes. And sure, that mud may stick around for a few days. But then the snow returns. Cleaning barns and stalls can be pretty tricky during this ugly winter cycle. Not only tricky, but miserable.

It’s even worse when your animals are on the farm to live happily ever after. It may ┬ásound a tad selfish, but you still get up to feed them, carry water to them, and do all the normal chores without being able to enjoy them. They don’t want to be outside any more than I do. When they see me coming, they scream. I dispense food accordingly. And then it’s as if I was never there. At least until the next time they start screaming for food.

And don’t even get me started on their feet. The goats need some hoof trimming. But it’s impossible to do it while it snows. And it can be almost as hard in the mud. You can’t really trap them in the barn either, as they know when they see two people coming that something’s amiss and they scatter. So they walk with over-grown hooves until an opportunity presents itself. I’m still waiting for that opportunity.

So we wait. For the snow to melt. For the ground to harden. For the grass to grow. And for life on the farm to return to normal – when we can concern ourselves with fans and keeping animals cool – instead of working on keeping water unfrozen and chiseling away at petrified donkey manure. It’s only a matter of time, but it would be great to know if was coming sooner, rather than later.

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