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Right now, we’re smack-dab in the middle of the time of year I dread the most. The temperature has finally stabilized to a bone chilling perma-freeze, causing every water bucket change to be greeted with suiting up and resentful grumbles. All of our goats are done being bred for spring, but none are due to kid until early March. It’s too early to start my seedlings. It’s not quite time to start hatching chicks. And so we wait, restlessly, the cold making barn projects, especially the ones involving painting, impossible.
I try to make the best of the stagnant limbo. Mostly I read and research, and make ridiculous plans for spring. I obsesses over the unborn baby goats, making wagers with myself over how many there will be and what they will look like as I whisper to the moms about how much I want doelings. I stalk my chicken hatching friends on Facebook, waiting until someone sets their first hatch so I can finally tell myself it’s time to put some eggs in the incubator.
I suppose this means it would be a good time to work on the inside of the house. Like, you know, finishing some walls? I must be getting desperate.