Farm folks are like postal workers… whatever the weather, we still have to get out there and do our job. The animals depend on it. I often think of all the animals who don’t have responsible care givers, those who will go hungry and cold today because a humans ignorance is letting them down. When I think of all the animals out there who suffer, it breaks my heart to know I can’t help them all. I am so grateful to those of you who take care of the animals in your charge, and extend a hand to those less fortunate. Someday I will figure out how to reach more of them. For now.. I’ve got my crew to care for.
As much as I would have liked to sit at this computer with a cuppa Joe this morning admiring the falling flakes, the horses and chickens were waiting for the sound of crunching footsteps, ensuring their morning feed. When they hear us coming up the hill, the chickens start clucking and Opie begins his rhythmic banging on the stall wall to hurry me up, I suppose.
Thankfully, this morning my assistant barn manager was available to help, as her day job was not accessible due to the storm.
