Cold Is Relative

It’s funny how “cold” is a relative thing.
In summer when the temperature falls to 60, we grab our sweatshirts,
exclaiming how “cold” it is.
Then when winter comes and the temperature hovers around freezing
and the snows fly, we sit in front of a roaring fire and talk of how “cold” it is outside.
Now we are beyond cold.
Now… frigid.
The high temperatures have not risen above the teens here on the farm for what seems like
a couple weeks or so.
And colder, sub-zero air is on the way.
It’s cold enough that the only time the pigs venture out of their warm house…
is for their Ritz cracker treats as we pass by during chore times.
The sheep rarely use their shelter, but prefer to remain outside in the cold.
They are perfectly adapted for cold weather and are happiest at this time of year.
It’s amazing how different these two animals are.
It’s during weather such as this that we thank our lucky stars that we have
electricity to all of our out-buildings, 
so we are able to keep all of our animals
comfortable with heat lamps and heated water buckets.
You might imagine how despondent I felt yesterday morning as I made my rounds 
and found that the goat waters had frozen (solid!)
 and that the heat lamps were not working.
I would love to say that I took it in my stride,
but alas, I felt sick to my stomach when I saw all the ice.
Our poor cold animals!
It seems that some time during the night, our underground electrical service that feeds 
the goat yard and the chicken and turkey houses broke.
It happens sometimes… the ground freezes, the wires become brittle, and just a little shifting of
shale can cause the wire to break sending electricity into the ground and tripping the circuit breaker.
It’s a funny thing.
I had a call a few days ago from one of my cousins who asked
on behalf of a friend with chickens if there was any way 
to keep drinking water from freezing without electricity.
I replied “no” and suggested that they get extension cords and run them to their henhouse.
Fast forward to yesterday and you will find us at Lowes buying 400 feet of heavy duty
extension cord to run from our barn up to our chickens and turkeys.
Meanwhile, Dr. Becky ran her extension cords from her house down to the goat yard.
This will be our solution until Spring arrives and the ground thaws so that it can be trenched
and new electrical service run.
These days “cold” means a whole new thing!
So… the general consensus is that Chester is the bed-wrecker.
I must tell you…
the bed-messing evidence preceded Chester’s arrival.
I know that Chester looks like the devilish one…and believe me,
he gets into his share of mischief.
At least twice daily we must remind him that cats are not playtoys,
and teeth are not to be cut on the bottom of easy chairs.
He’s still an adolescent and full of himself…
but the bed-messing belongs to someone much more wily than Chester.
It probably won’t surprise you to know that the culprit is 
none other than Bad Sammie!
I know…look at those innocent eyes…
It’s all part of his schtick!
It might actually be payback for making him wear this silly hat!

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