Remember how I survived that one day of farming in frigid Florida winter?
I don’t either.
The cold front, or “winter” as it’s called everywhere else, is over for now in Florida. After temperatures dropping in the 20s, we are back to high 70s & the beach. I still remember numb fingers while milking goats, wearing 4 layers to feed chickens, and seeing my breath. My sun-hat is off to those farming up north, just beginning to hunker down in the cold. One of the reasons we moved back to Florida from Washington state is that we like living in the country and raising animals, but I grew up in Florida so my tolerance for cold is low. Dealing with frozen water troughs, bursting pipes, numb toes - it’s just not my forté. My insulated overalls are back in the closet, waiting for a few more opportunities to work before spring break.
Chickens have been the best farm investment. They are easy keepers, lay eggs you can eat, and babysit your kids. Make 2026 the year you get your kids chickens. You will not regret it.
My grandfather, John Morrow, used to say, “Going to church on Easter and drinking on New Year’s is for amateurs.” I think the last time I went out on New Year’s Eve was a decade ago. So raise that glass of raw milk and enjoy some rest! I’ll be asleep before it’s even 2026 in China. I wish you all peace and joy in the year to come. G’NIGHT!! ✌🏼
We have been playing electric fence whack-a-mole with the cows, especially “mommy cow”, who appears to be the ring leader of the fence jumping mafia. She either has a very high pain tolerance or the hot wire we just installed isn’t working. I watched as she ducked under the wire and pushed down the metal fencing so she could help herself to our backyard grass - and a recycling container filled with old hay.
