January, in my opinion, is the worst month out of the year. It is cold, dreary, grey, rainy, snowy, frozen, boring, and miserable. Just. Plain. Miserable. This January was a little more exciting than others (but not in a good way to most people); running out of LP gas, the water pipes freezing in the barn, the driveway turning into a dangerous downhill skating rink, Torran totaling his Jeep, and dealing with the lowest of lifeforms known to man – the car salesman.
One would think, “get out while you can! Who knows what the rest of the year will bring!” Oh no no no, not us! We are stubbornly determined to conquer the setbacks that happen and to turn this little hobby farm into a money-making enterprise (at least making enough to feed the animals and us – we aren’t greedy). Perhaps the most important lesson we have learned since we’ve moved here – don’t kill each other when the going gets tough! This month has certainly taught us that. We have learned to laugh in the face of disappointment, to smile at a challenge, and to snicker at provocation! (At least after screaming into and punching a pillow.) What keeps us going? The thought of what can and will be.
One thing that will happen this spring is pigs! Take a look at this little face…we can’t wait to see what conundrums we’ll face when they get here. Not to mention the abundance of pork we’ll have in the fall (which we’ll be selling).
Another adventure that better happen soon concerns our hens laying eggs. They are 27 weeks old and we were told they start anywhere from 24-28 weeks. I go out to feed them in the morning and looks for eggs, but have been disappointed every morning so far. Ugh. I’m having a hard time being patient; I keep telling myself it will be worth it one of these days. Patient is something I’m not, but the farm is helping me to learn good things are worth waiting for.
The rooster, on the other hand, has grown by leaps and bounds and is now crowing (which scared me when he first did it because I was not expecting it) and is trying to get his jollies off with the ladies. Did you know roosters crow anytime during the day, not just in the morning? Wonderful.
Animals need water and so I have been going to the other barn each day and filling up the chicken water buckets and lugging them back to their coops. Until we lifted the handle one morning and it was frozen. It was below zero out at night for a while and something like twenty below with the windchill so we shouldn’t have been surprised, but we were. For the last couple weeks I have been lugging my trusty red bucket named Ralph (ha, get it?) from the house to the barn with lukewarm water for the cats and the chickens to drink. I am happy to report I checked the well this morning and we have running water again! Ralph is being retired for the time being.
So while I was lugging Ralph out to the barn I had to traverse our driveway…only our driveway was a SOLID SHEET OF ICE.
While this could be good if we owned ice skates (I grew up ice skating but I don’t know that I have ever seen my husband ice skate…hmmm…future project slash dare). Anyway, I am proud to report I have not fallen at all but I have wobbled a couple of times; I’m sure I just cursed myself, great. I am hoping we can continue on with the warmer weather so the rink will turn into a mud pit…but that is an adventure for another time.
P.S. Stay tuned for our adventure/nightmare with car salesmen – it will not disappoint!