Feeling bloody.

My Mother used to say that. ‘I am feeling bloody.’ In other words do NOT Bother me with mundanity today – you might just lose your curly little head. Yesterday I wandered about the farmy in the cold,  just feeling bloody.  Everything just looked cold and grey. 

Camera house followed suit.  Feeling bloody is compounded and much more satisfying when shared. The Camera and I felt cold, unenlightened, heavy and grey. Just tired, tired, tired. 

The Old Codger and I worked out the other day that we could possibly, without too much imagination or fiddling with dates,  trick ourselves into thinking that we might be half way through the winter.  And I don’t mean that stupid calender winter that has nothing to do with the season at all, I mean half way through the cold period.  Yesterday I threw down  more straw for the animals to deepen their beds and fed them a little extra hay so their little compost bellies created more heat than usual.  Feeling bloody helps you to work faster. And the thought of the cold to come just digs into the bloody.

Daisy had tracks of frozen tears down her face yesterday.  I could not wipe them off. The chooks and the pea hens spent all day hunched, sitting on their frozen feet, waiting.  Waiting, like Dr Seuss would have said, for the warmth to come. Waiting for the sun to sun. Waiting for the spring to sprung. Waiting for a thrown crumb. Waiting. 

Four times I went out with my crowbar and broke the ice on heated water tanks. 

And every single time the kitchen door opened and I emerged feeling grim and bloody, dressed in layer upon layer, after fruitlessly searching once again for my favourite bloody gloves, clutching my ice bashing tool, stomping my double socked feet into boots, the little barn cats wooped with meowing delight,   raced out from the barn to meet me and scampered and paraded and rolled like jesters ahead of me as they led me back out into their cold outside. Completely unencumbered by my bloody mood. Oblivious in their curly little heads.

It was hard to maintain feeling bloody with their little warm furry bodies pressing against my thermal ankles. But I persisted. A good seriously bloody mood does not come around every day you know.

But that was yesterday and now it is morning again. Another week has begun. The temperature is  13F (-10C) and it is blowing snow. But I have had my Bloody minded day so now I must switch to Stoic because at 6.02 am we have already reached our high for the day. The animals are beginning to call. Time to start putting on the layers. Then out I go.

Have a lovely day.

celi