Turkey Tracks: January 27, 2015
BLIZZARD of 2015
Yesterday I prepped for what was being projected as a blizzard.
Food for a few days INSIDE (not in the garage), chicken food bins filled, snow shoes and poles inside (in case I need to check the propane egress pipe outside or get to the chickens), snow shovel inside (the blizzard two years ago drifted up my back kitchen door), and so forth.
As always, my excitement rises at the prospect of a big snow storm–as long as I can count on being safe and warm–which the generator guarantees to a large degree.
I put the dogs out at 3 a.m.–not an unusual event. No snow yet.
I woke again at dawn, and could see that the storm was just beginning here.
I got up at 7:45 or so, and we already had at least 18 inches on the ground.
Here’s the first pictures I took. I use the top of the hot tub as a good gauge.
The wind is gusting pretty high, and the snow, which is pouring out of the sky, is very light and dry and blowing in huge swirls everywhere, so there are drifts.
The back door is beneath a place on the roof where the wind creates a chute that pours drifting snow into huge piles. That’s what happened during the last blizzard, which started in the night so I couldn’t see what had happened.
I donned outside gear, pushed the door open, and started clearing a path to the chicken coop. The snow was almost to my knees in places.
The chickens were so happy to see me. I was able to open their door to the cage, give them fresh water and food, and turn on their light. (It was 9 degrees outside, and with the high winds, much lower wind-chill temps.)
At 10:30, I went back outside to shovel, as my paths were already filling and the back door was drifting up again. This time I shoveled a path on the front of the house so the dogs have a place OFF THE PORCH to pee.
Predictions are that the snow and wind will continue through the day and into the night.
I’ll go back out to the chickens late afternoon and replenish food and water and take them some treats. I got three eggs this morning, including a blue egg from Ginger, who has not laid one in some time.
I am piecing the Bonnie Hunter Mystery Quilt of 2014 (see separate post)–Grand Illusions and listening to an audio book–one of the James Lee Burke, David Robicheaux novels.
And later, with a meatloaf dinner (baked potato and sautéed Swiss Chard), I’ll work on the binding of my version of Bonnie Hunter’s “Scrappy Trip Around the World,” which I’m likely to call just “Scrappy Scraps.”