The farm is cold, the whole area is cold, the roads are icy and slushy, a lot of people slid off into the ditch. I was almost one of those people on Sunday night because I was driving back from Portland on US 26 and the conditions were dark snowy and deplorable. I was driving the slowest, holding up about six or seven cars behind me at one point. It is a psychological challenge to have all those people behind you and know about their pent up road rage but you just have to maintain confidence that you are the one with sound judgement and they are imprudently throwing caution to the flaky wind.
I am alone here on the farm for a few days because my patrones went to Port Townshend and then got stuck there by the snow. I am carrying on the best that I can. There was a lamb that died this morning after spening a very cold night trying to warm itself in between a water tank and a concrete wall. I brought it indoors and fed it a little milk and then put it next to a heater, but when I left it its breathing was barely perceptible and when I checked it ninety minutes later it was dead. The sad part for me is that I could have helped this animal a few days ago when I originally noticed its hunched up hindquarters and malnourished look. Although I did what I could this morning, by then it was to late.
And then to add insult to injury one of the house cats decapitated and disemboweled a bird and flung it on the floor of my office. I used its slashed bits to do my best Andy Goldsworthy impression out on the front stoop.
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