We woke up on Mothers’ Day to three inches of wet snow. Not one of the 40 avians or 7 mammals in residence were amused. The goats were particularly and vocally disgusted. The hens stayed in their coop for most of the day as the snow kept piling up in the orchard.
We lost the early blossoming fruit to a couple 20 degree nights right after the planting party. It hasn’t been that cold since, but after the storm, the next round looks pretty beat up as well.
I was glad I put out the hummingbird feeders last week. They needed the calories in the cold.
The clouds lifted in the night to a spectacularly bright morning. Slate is patrolling the crusted over snow in the orchard. The Jersey Giant chicks are discovering snow (may they next be so cold in my freezer at the end of summer). The goats are still complaining, but such is the nature of goatness.
And I won’t have to lug water to the new orchard for a few days.