Something in me loves a storm, perhaps the police reporter I was for some years. On a farm, a storm has particular meaning, and we have a set drill we go into to prepare the animals. The chickens will be in their coop for a few days – we are expecting 10-15 inches starting tonight – so we had to scrape out the bottom of the coop (chickens are filthy) put in some straw and bedding and water. We will pull the hay feeders into the barn, as the wind snow and ice will make it difficult for the donkeys and the sheep to eat in their usual places. We will the water buckets, and brought a couple inside the house in case the power goes out and there is no water pump. We brought extra hay bales down into the barn and put old hay down as bedding as the donkeys and sheep will be inside for at least 48 hours it sounds like, and that means the barn will be a mess.

We will turn the cars to the road, bring the shovels into the porch, put some dry food out for Minnie. I’ll be taking photos and blogging. Storms are beautiful as well as disturbing. I hope to catch that, it is our first storm here. We are ready.

This afternoon I’ll run to the Cambridge Co-Op and get some fruit and vegetables. We’ll be inside for a bit also.