Yesterday was a day that the hubster and I spent together. All day. Childless. This hasn’t happened in awhile.
First event was a chicken workshop put on by our local grange. Some of you may think of a grange and see a bunch of farmers just hanging around chewing the fat. This couldn’t be farther from the truth. The Milton Grange is very active in the community and even hosted a wine and cheese tasting event!
Anywhooooo…this event came about because our town finally came to it’s senses and changed the zoning law which now allows our area to have up to 12 chickens (no roosters)! We are very excited to start this journey. We plan on having 3-4 layers and the rest will be meat birds. We are looking forward to sharing eggs with friends and stocking up our freezer with chickens we raised ourselves.
As we drove towards Cambridge, the snow began to fall. It was light, swirly, and very pretty. By the time we got to Jenna’s, it was coming down a bit harder and really starting to stick.
We met Quark, the roooster who has now taken up residence inside the house. He was a bit sick, so Jenna brought him inside to help him recover. He looks very good and is living the life of Riley. He has a perch on the stack of firewood and the dogs and cat don’t bother him. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself, but it’s true. I don’t think he’ll be heading back outside anytime soon. He knows a good thing when he sees it.
Jenna had chores to attend to before we could sit down to eat dinner so I offered to help her. Let me tell you, helping with chores in the winter is a whole ‘nother animal than helping with chores in the summer. After slogging through knee deep snow hauling food bucket for the pigs, I have a whole new level of respect for Jenna.
The pigs are not on a flat area either. If you know anything about Washington Co., you know that it’s hills, hills, and more hills. We climbed up the hill (not a huge one, but still) and gave the pigs food, milk, and then dug out the wiring for the electric fence that was buried in the new snow. The sheep were fed, the horse, goats, and various fowl had already been fed and watered before we go there. Jenna does this twice a day. TWICE a day!
It wasn’t just the snow to slog through, but it was cold. My face was freezing. I was bundled up in tights, long johns, jeans, shirt, sweater, jacket, hat, and gloves. I then looked at Jenna who was wearing sweater, jacket, glove, hat, kilt (yes, kilt), and wellies. Legs totally exposed. I asked her, “Aren’t you legs freezing?” She said nope, just her fingers and toes. She is one tough chickie.
After warming up inside for a few minutes we headed over to Common Sense Farm to pick up three bales of hay. Jenna navigated the now very snowy covered roads like a champ and we headed to the barn. She threw the bales down and I loaded them into the back of the truck. Remember, this is all being done during a snowstorm. We headed back, unloaded hay and Jenna then trucked back to the pigs to give them new bedding material.
Where was Tim? He only had sneakers on so he was the unfortunate one who had to stay at the house with the animals, make sure the fire didn’t go out, and try to get the house up to a balmy 60 degrees. I felt soooooo bad for him. #cushyjob
We ordered in (pizza and wings) and sat down to watch the newest episode of Vikings next to the toasty warm woodstove.
So, when you are at the Farmer’s Market or your local farm stand and are debating about whether that meat or produce is worth what they’re asking for it, remember this post. Those farmers work their asses off to raise/grow that food. It’s worth every penny.