When you have a farm in New England, it is really, really hard not to talk about the weather all the time. The weather becomes a pretty big deal, even if it isn't a big deal for most people on that particular day. When you have a day that breaks some sort of 20-year cold record because of what the Weather Channel people are calling an "arctic vortex," then it becomes a REALLY big deal.
Thankfully, the horses are fluffy, the cows are fluffy, and the alpacas are REALLY fluffy, so they're all tolerating it pretty well. The humans and the poultry are less happy (despite the fact that the chickens are most assuredly also fluffy, and the geese are covered in, you know, GOOSE DOWN). The poultry are hunkered down in their respective poultry houses, and the humans are hunkered down in their human house, for the most part, except when we have to go feed and water and care for the animals. Then, we are making complaining noises. At one point, I starting singing the Spongebob Squarepants theme song, because when it is zero degrees Fahrenheit WITHOUT the wind chill, and then you get hit with 20-MPH winds, what else are you supposed to do?
... In other news, the farm is "official" -- Howling Hill Farm is now Howling Hill Farm, LLC! We are a business in good standing in the state of New Hampshire. Go us!
K writes this stuff, for some reason that has yet to become apparent.