Yuck
April 12th, 2017 · No Comments · Posted in Blog, farming
They don’t call it mud season for nothing.
It may be my imagination, but it seems like everything is softer underfoot this year. We had a big thaw in February, then a blizzard in March that dumped more than a foot of snow. Then rain, rain, rain.
The worst is around the chicken coops where the laying hens have denuded the soil of any foliage. Our farm slopes and the drainage all seems to pass through this particular area. That great sucking sound you hear is me collecting eggs.
The sheep all look like they’re wearing tiny black boots. Emily our Jersey cow lowers her head as she treads oh so carefully. The chickens don’t seem to care, but they love a dry spot where they can take their dust baths.
Yesterday we had record high temperatures and a breeze. I say bring it on. I can hardly wait to be walking on solid ground again.
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