Tag: countrylife
A MOUSE AND A SKUNK
I was working in the corridor field yesterday and spied this fat wee mouse, just outside Tima’s barn door. She was picking up tiny specks of grain and gobbling them down. It was cold and she shivered but persevered until Tima came rushing out…
MELTING
The good news is that the ice in the blue insulated water trough that froze solid last week melted enough for us to be able to hook out the faulty water heater and jam a new one in.
TRACKS
Yesterday John picked up the snow plough on the way home from the airport and ploughed his way up the lane. A dramatic return. And now I can get my car out again!
COMING UP FOR AIR
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…
SLUGGISH
I almost cried this morning when I woke – checked the temperature and found that it was only -17f ( -27c) – the forecast was calling for -26f and after struggling through yesterday I was in despair.
THE ARCTIC DESCENT
I am just so grateful that this drift down into deep freeze is only for a couple of days. Some people choose to live in temperatures like this. Not me though. I am not set up for it.
YOU SHOULD SEE THE NIGHT
Last night the moon and the deep white snow joined in to create a glow that seemed to come from the Earth herself. I wish you could have seen it. It appeared to lift from under the snow like deep shuttered light from below….
LULU IN A TREE
Lulu is my oldest cat. She does not like to be picked up or held. She lives with Tane the crippled kunekune boar. In the day time I often see her sleeping close to him.
SNOW COMING
As you and I browse through these sunny bucolic farmyard photos from yesterday snow clouds are gathering to the east today. They are forecasting a few inches coming in tonight, but we will see. Snow is moody and prone to changing its mind.
HIDING IN A BUSH
We have windy wet weather today. Still in the Hawkes Bay winter, I come from Hawkes Bay in New Zealand and our Illinois weather is so much like home that I am wondering how they cope with this infernal mud!
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