I am afraid my husband could not keep out of the cold, breaking ice in the water tanks, hauling four bales of hay with long spikes that stick out of the back of his truck. Each bale taking a load so back and forth he goes, getting it close to the pasture where the cattle are. He knows it will soon become a muddy mess when the thaw comes and he won't be able to get in the pasture again until it dries up. Off again he goes out to give the cows some grain. He comes back with good news, the first calf has come in the middle of a snow storm. Talk about bad timing, can you imagine being in that warm belly only to land in frozen ice and a terrible wind, all in one sudden jolt?
Jerry is getting my car ready for me to go to work in the morning, it had two inches of ice on it. Why do we have four out buildings and not enough room for my car? Ironically my oldest sister, Virginia gave me an electric ice scraper but I hadn't gotten gifts out of my car yet so it was frozen in the back of my car. My husband is a sweetheart for sure. As Tennessee Ernie Ford would say "Bless his little pea pickin' heart".