Here in the Lehigh Valley, the accumulation totals jumped from a probable 6-12″ up to 18-24″ overnight. Not everywhere – this is gonna be one of those “it depends” events.
When I opened the back garage door there was a 2′ drift I had to plow through in order to make my way to the barn. But first order of business – find boots tall enough for the job. Heavy wool socks made getting into the dang things a challenge, but even more was the collection of cat kibble completely filling up the shoe part!
We’ve had an influx of field mice this season, but this horde (and other stashes we’ve found) is not due to a wee mousie. I think we have a chipmunk or two, maybe even a brown squirrel, hiding in the cubbyholes throughout the garage. Mr Tom, the barn, ne garage cat, watched with interest as I dumped the kibble into a bucket, all while he was yowling at me.
I did explain to him, one more time, that he’d been hired on for a particular job and that I’d be doing a performance review later, if I survived the trip to the barn. I suited up best I could and bulled my way out the door, loaded down with two buckets of warm mash for the horses.
Nasty doesn’t touch what it’s like out there: 3-4′ drifts, wind howling at 35-40 mph, temps at 23 deg. I had to hold onto the fence in order to stay upright. A massive drift blocked the barn door. Once I muscled it open I still had to deal with a considerable amount of snow that had worked its way under and around the double doors and settled in the aisle. That required a snow shovel, which—thankfully—we already had down there.
While the boys were chowing down on breakfast I cleaned stalls, fed the hens, topped off water buckets and tossed some grain to the resident finches who took shelter inside. Of course, with drifts in every direction I couldn’t dump the wheelbarrow, but I’ll worry about that later.
By the time I was ready to head back to the house, my tracks were completely gone and we had another inch or so to add to the 8″+ (my guestimate, it’s probably more as it’s knee high on me).
The highway next to us had some traffic early on but the plows haven’t been by in quite some time so I suspect the road’s been drifted shut, especially at the top of the hill where it opens up into fields on both sides.
After shoveling the snow away from the garage door, I was ever so thankful to get inside, strip sopping wet clothes and hang out by the pellet stove to calm my chattering teeth.
And, mercy, the day’s still young. Fortunately, the deck is clear so I can keep the bird feeders well stocked. We have mobs of all varieties taking turns at the 7 assorted feeders. Bless them. This weather is beastly on all our wildlife.
As I look out the window, it’s a total whiteout. <shakes head> This is gonna require bringing out the big guns – the front end loader on the tractor – but not yet. Not with the wind wreaking havoc.
Here are some pics from 7am:
For all my horse friends, stay safe. Grab another cup of hot coffee and hunker down. It’s gonna be a loooong day.