The relief of warm air is palpable. I can touch, maybe even palpate, this relief. This morning is 7f ( -13C) as I awake. Above Fahrenheit’s less that scientific Zero. But measurement is all an invention to some degree or other. After we run out of fingers that is.
It occurred to me yesterday that the weather was even more dangerous yesterday due to my expectation of a warm up. I was letting my guard down a bit. I was actually colder yesterday than the previous day. By body was colder. I think the number of days one is exposed to the weather counts. You get worn down. Then the promise of warm weather decreases ones vigilance.
My little white chickens who are the older of the flock now are dying from this cold. I have found three frozen bodies so far. Two died in the laying boxes, they cuddled into the corner and went to sleep and died.
I guess they were a good age but also they are small and skinnier and, unlike our wild birds, chickens will go still. The ducks are still all ok though. Marooned here in the cold – unable to migrate like their wild cousins.
Do you see in that image above that the strong winds of the last few days slammed shut the boot of the cow-car. Then froze it shut. It has been open for years!
Below is Mr Flowers taking fright-flight. The only player I lost in the winter of 2014 when the Polar Vortex sent out one of its emissaries (for a much longer period too I might add) we lost The Duke – Mr Flowers’ predecessor so I am making sure to have heaps of good feed in the barn for the free birds.
Jude is thrilled about this of course.
It snowed yesterday evening and into the night. Not heavily but insistently. It will be interesting to see what I have to deal with when the sun comes up.
I think by tomorrow the farm will go above freezing. Then maybe some of this water trough ice will melt. And I might be able to get the hoses out. I am sure the cows will have a good long drink when they are not fighting ice floes.
But it is winter!