The first snow fall has occurred and it’s time to move the butter.
This farm house is an old girl, built with loose insulation that has now settled at the bottom of each wall. On windy days we can feel slight breezes around the electrical plug in’s and such. The butter dish normally sits on a kitchen shelf, on an exterior wall. When it begins to freeze outside, the butter in the dish is hard, like butter straight from the fridge. So it’s our thing every winter - moving the butter dish to the top of the fridge - one of the signs of the impending season of cold.
It’s also time to bring home the hay which is the outdoor job we’re tackling at the moment. The ewes moved themselves into the milk vetch pasture and I decided they could stay there to graze now. We’re still night penning but in a different paddock now, one they can access from where they are grazing. As winter presses in on us, we’ll start bedding them down nearby where there is thick brush shelter yet they can still access the paddock and the water bowls. So often in this climate what pasture the animals get put on when, depends on the weather as much as any other factor.
Allen took this photo with the phone this morning. Oakley waiting for the ewes to rise and head out.
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