It's like a frigid ice pie out there; a thin shiny glaze of ice crust, filled with an inch thick layer of various sizes of sleet pellets which hissed down most of the night, topped with a nice coating of sparkly ice top crust.
Mother nature just added a crispy layer of sleet/snow topping as slick as snot.
But the cows are hungry.
When I looked out the front door I saw that a flock of birds had gathered around the feed wheelbarrow. I got my boots on, took time putting on my coat and gloves. They need to eat, too. Just cleaning out the crumbs.
Opening the front door, I could hear a lot of noise in the trees. chirping, twittering and squawking.
Sounded kind of pleasant.
As I was walking with the wheelbarrow to feed the calves I was being extremely careful with my footing. Little bitty steps. All was well. The sleet pie making a sort of satisfying crunch with each step. Crunchy squeaky.
I fed the noisy cows, and headed over to fill the horse feeder.
I scooped up a heaping helping of feed and turned towards the fence, when my foot slid on a tiny incline there.
Oh man, I thought I was going down!
Thank goodness the fence was there. I tried to catch my footing but each step was worse than the last.
I finally fell against the fence, scattering the feed all over the dam sleet shit pie around me. Heart pounding.
Catching my breath, the chirping was louder.
Suddenly a black shape swooped by my face. and another. I swear there were hundreds of them. They squawked and dove for the feed around me. I had to fight my way thru them to get to the wheelbarrow.
Waving my arms I shooed them away.
They retreated to the trees, screaming how much they hated me! The branches were bouncing with their weight.
I swear if I would have fallen and laid still they would have tried to peck my eyeballs out.
So I threw a full scoop in the front yard for them.
