Yesterday was a study in getting stuck in the mud. I squelched my way through fields with my arms out like wings trying to keep my balance. The ground underneath is still frozen so in some areas the melting soil is like a slurry on top of ice, in others it is deep cold muck from the heavy feet of moving animals. That kind of mud sucks in your gumboot and keeps it while you lurch forward unaware.
Plus it rained on and off all day which is very welcome, even if it adds to the murky muck. No-one is allowed to step foot in the big fields, they are soaking up all this moisture untouched.
My computer seems to want to reposition my images to suit itself and I don’t have time to fight it in the morning. So bear with me.
The Shush Sisters only had a short time in their mud hole before the cold rain began. Then they stood at the gate and squealed at the barn until I came out and let them back in. Once they were back in their newly cleaned pigsty they hurled themselves into the straw and said maybe tomorrow miss c, today is a bit too wet even for piggies. Especially pregnant piggies, grunted Charlotte.
Good morning. Daylight saving has come so early this year that it is pitch black again when we get up, which feels like a step backwards. I don’t milk Daisy until dawn so her morning schedule only slowly changes. The lambs have their last feed at 8pm from now on so I was in bed early and that long sleep was a great relief. Running a farm full of different animals makes your life fluid and changeable. Malleable I suppose the word is.
I hope you all have a lovely day. The sky is just beginning to lighten so out I go into the mucky murk or is it the murky muck.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
66 responses to “The Mucky Murk or is it The Murky Muck”
I believe I’d just call it Squelch. (Or if I were a Shush Sister, perhaps, hog heaven–when it’s warmer.)
Ooey gooey! You can keep that scene, mud dear! I agree with the assessment of the pigs.
I had one of those gumboot incidents many years ago. Unfortunately it was in a feld which had just been spread with sileage and I fell backwards into it. I was also on my honeymoon at the time and had just met some of the ex’s Scottish farming family for the first time…you can imagine how much hilarity I caused 😦
Having grown up an the farm I know all to well about sticky mud…and that image of flooding brings back memories as every winter we had floods in the fields. One year the water was so deep that our neighbors actually canoed around their property. 🙂
The beach has constant sand and wind – and farms have mud. (You just get tired trying to stay clean)
especially trying to keep the floor clean!.. c
Ha! Mud season. I did not think of it as spreading anywhere out of Vermont. I suppose it says something when even pigs seek the dryness of straw. Your reference to gumboots made me smile. It reminded me of a spring day, years ago, when I walked out near a pond we had in the backyard and my foot sank in the mud. The only way to retrieve it was to abandon my boot. But wait, there is more to this cartoon. In an attempt to remove mud from the base of my pants before changing them, I stepped in the shower to use the tap from the tub… but it was set to shower, so I drenched myself completely… and laughed and laughed! Always good to tour the farmy with you, Miss C.
that made me laugh too.. I love it when one does something really dumb all alone and then have a good laugh all alone! morning granny..c
Euph, I’m glad the daylights savings clock changing thing hasn’t happened here yet, I love the light. 🙂
[…] my arms out like wings trying to keep my balance,” she explains in a recent post she titled, The Mucky Murk or is it The Murky Muck. “That kind of mud sucks in your gumboot and keeps it while you lurch forward […]