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Wednesday, January 2, 2008

winter chores at baba capra--an essay in photos

Here's what a morning of animal chores looks like at our house:

My alarm goes off at around 6:30 in the morning--I'm not sure what time exactly, because our clock radio is set for an undetermined number of minutes fast. It keeps us on our toes. I tried to get a picture, but was unsuccessful.

Then I go downstairs and wake up Captain America and The Hulk and tell Superman to go back to bed. He doesn't have any chores yet, so he wakes up nice and early.

Here's The Hulk. He responds to tickling and wakes up easily, but tends to remain in bed until he has missed both the Getting Ready Timer and the Chore Timer.

Here's Captain America. He is more resistant to tickling, but eventually succumbs, then usually gets ready fairly quickly.

We get all suited up in our chore togs, which can take anywhere from 2 minutes to (in The Hulk's case) 20 minutes or longer (hence the Getting Ready Timer). Then it's outside into the freezing mess, which is far preferable to the muddy mess of spring and fall.

This is the grain bin. We give the goats about 5 lbs. of grain each morning.

This is the haystack in the barn--known to most people as a garage. We give the goats 6-8 flakes of hay in the morning, then again in the afternoon. This is the new batch of hay we bought from my uncle Kenny, because ours was so pathetic.

Here are the ladies chowing down on their grain--you can see that Tilde has some in her hair.

Here's Cyclone eating his grain. We have to grain him separately because he can't fit his horns through the panels, and he shoves everyone else aside.

You can sort of see Captain America inside the chicken coop, getting ready to feed them. There aren't many eggs in the winter, because there's not enough light, and we like to give them a little break.

This is the cat's food and water dish--the water is frozen, and The Hulk hasn't fed him yet. The feral mama cat also eats the food, but it doesn't seem to have harmed Skiver.

As my dad says, he's almost as wide as he is long.

Here is the outside faucet, which is usually frozen in the winter, so . . .

. . . we take the water (empty dish soap) buckets inside and fill them in the sink.

Then we fill all the water containers that need it, and come inside to have breakfast.

Fascinating stuff, no? It doesn't take too long, but when it's 4 degrees outside I have to hurry and get ready before I think too much about it.

1 comments:

Claire said...

I liked your photos. It looks like fun. You guys are real farmers.