It's true that you can 'smell' snow coming. Yesterday, as the feeble rays of what passes for sun disappeared behind the clouds, I could smell it. The funny thing, is that I was standing out in the chicken/duck yard, nose in the air - I looked over and the ducks were standing still, beaks in the air. I feel so...so...special. I'm special, all right. Bring on the padded wagon and the 'special' jacket with the long arms...
I bustled about, trying to get loose ends tucked in before it snowed. Then I went inside and put on a pot of soup - Ski Country Soup, a family favorite. That allowed me to clean a little more out of the freezer and mega-stash of canned goods. I also managed to can 24 pints of vege broth - I had been hoarding my vege-ends in the freezer and thought it would be a perfect weekend to haul them out and make stock. Imagine my surprise when I uncovered three stuffed gallon zip bags full! I have one more batch of stock to make - this from an assortment of bones and carcasses (carcassi?) and that's on the schedule for next weekend. If nothing else, I will go into this winter well-brothed.
Having been sidelined with a sore throat and slight fever (I work with the equivalent of Typhoid Mary - she of many sickly grands), I was hoping that I didn't have her latest acquisition - strep throat. I don't. Close call. Since I was house-bound, I got a few more things (piddly) checked off my list, but every piddly thing helps. I made a GF version of one of my all-time favorite muffins - one that I have not baked since pre-GF-ness, which has to be 3-4 years now, and I tried it on the barn crew. Success! They are Breakfast Muffins - a combo of Bisquick, shredded cheddar and crumbled hot sausage. I happened to have a box of GF Bisquick so whipped them up. I would change a few things next time, but all in all, they were tasty.
I also did pawdicures - Lovey is such a breeze to work with, The Pepperoni is like working with a pill bug, and Scrappy - who used to be a walk in the park, is now Mr. Bop-The-Mole with his nails. Luckily, TP has an appointment with his groomer next weekend - he loves her and lies there like a besotted furry pillow, while she does anything she wants to him. It's maddening. I got four loads of laundry done, the drying of which was helped along by a fire in the fireplace most of the weekend. I also slipped in some reading and knitting. All in all, it was a pretty descent weekend.
It was a good thing I rested up - I awoke to eight inches of icy snow, so spent a great amount of the morning shoveling. The ducks have now come to grips with their new cold, white reality and are down the ramp and in their water bowls with hardly a pause. The same cannot be said of the chickens. Poor Bunny got booted out of the coop and forlornly went and joined the ducks. While the poultry yard is plenty big for two roosters, the coop is not.