Snow day on the farm

Here it is the end of March, the beginning of spring in fact, and we are enjoying another snow day at our house.  Snow days happen more frequently in our yard because our north-south road has some beautiful trees on each side, and these trees do a magnificent job of funnelling any snow that is falling within a 5 mile radius right onto our road.  This creates snow drifts that grow to be 5 to 7 feet deep, creating a problem for anyone who wants to visit us or leave in anything other than a snowmobile or dog sled.  Our snowmobile is once again using it’s status as a senior citizen as an excuse not to start, and our dogs aren’t into pulling sleds as much as they are into chewing them up, or running in front of them as you speed out of control down the hill beside our house.  So we are trapped.  Blissfully, wonderfully trapped.

The really good news is that our oldest son came home from college last night before the snow came, so he is trapped with us.  So is his brother.  This means that I have two able-bodied strong young people who can’t escape the jobs I have saved for them.

The best job was this – get that ram into a separate pen away from the ewes.  This shouldn’t be difficult, but the ram likes to chase people and hit them with his horns.  It really hurts and is kind of dangerous, so naturally I sent my children in to take care of the situation.  I did go to watch and laugh though, which I’m sure the boys appreciated and found very helpful.  After much coaxing and gentle persuasion the sheep weren’t co-operating, and so it was decided that there was only one way to get this job done.   One kid would have to whack the Ram in the face with his mitt to make him angry….who doesn’t get angry when whacked in the face with a mitt….and get chased through the gate, while the other guy slammed the gate shut.  This essentially locks one kid in a pen with an angry ram, so a decision had to be made over who would be chased into the pen.  They both wanted to be the guy who gets to whack the ram and be chased, so a lot of wrestling and snowball fights ensued until the decision was made and the Ram was safely in a pen by himself….where he threw a temper tantrum and repeatedly beat his head into the fence as we left.  I expect he will be back in with the ewes by morning.  We’ll cross that bridge tomorrow.

Snow days on the farm are also great for baking and cooking.  Breakfast was pancakes and bacon with apple slices.  For lunch I made a really yummy hamburger soup using whatever veggies we had in the fridge, (beans, carrots, onions, tomatoes and some peas) along with a sliced avocado that I thought would go well.  It didn’t.  The soup was great, who can go wrong with hamburger soup – but the avocado was not a hit.  It went a little too slimy to be a hit.  I was met with a few raised eyebrows, and many slimy slices of avocado left in the bowl.  In the afternoon, I baked two banana loaves and 5 dozen chocolate chip cookies.  By 3:00 there were 8 cookies left and nothing else!  Wow!

As the wonderful snow day passed, my husband took pity and plowed a trail for the boys to escape.  It was fantastic to spend time with them and have those conversations that parents love and children don’t.  We learned about the different epidemics that have infected the college dorms, what their favorite classes are, how to differentiate a cut throat trout from a rainbow trout, how many chocolate chip cookies can be eaten by a teenager in one day, and many other interesting little tidbits that our kids don’t share unless they are trapped and unable to get away from our relentless questioning.  I know that they enjoyed it too. 

Looking forward to the next time!



2 responses to “Snow day on the farm

  1. Did you use the Y2K flour for your baking goodies?

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