cold hair, and cold skin, this is what 46 below zero C looks like.
An arctic ridge blew in yesterday, bringing the cold, blizzardy winds, and more snow. The wind and cold are supposed to stick around til the end of the week. You can get an idea of the general blizzardyness here,
And here are some attractively styled ridges on top of the snow drifts,
Anyway, that’s what Laura looked like around 11 o’clock this morning. I apologize for the quality of the photo, I left one pair of gloves on and the wind was whipping about considerably. Not to mention that my face was as frozen as hers. Tom took the morning off work to help with chores, since we had to plow our way through two-and-a-half foot drifts with the truck, and haul some hay bales out to the fields for the cattle. Knowing yesterday that the storm was coming, Tom and the kids moved all of the cattle out of their pens, where there’s not much shelter from the wind. But then we can’t feed them at the fenceline feeder.
Definitely more fluffy, less frosty.
The sparrows didn’t like it much either. They usually spend their time in the trees, looking down and chattering noisily. Today we found them hiding and huddled in the open front shed where we keep the chicken feed. They didn’t even fly off in any hurry when I approached.
And then there were two.
Just for fun, some picturesque views around the farm yard,
And now if you’ll excuse me, we’re going to gather on the couch to read some Story of the World (the end of volume three is nigh, finally, after two years) and see if we can also come close to finishing The Indian in the Cupboard. And then to make a big pot of restorative chicken curry.