It was -11 this morning. Yes, -11! What were my ancestors thinking? I asked my brother, and he said their brains must have frozen.
So, the milk pump didn't work right. The foamers (which we use to clean the cows' udders) froze. Kris fiddled with the air adjustment, and the guys milking had to shut the doors in between the cows coming in and out so they wouldn't freeze again.
The waterers for the cows were frozen, which is never supposed to happen, so Kris had to go around breaking all of them.
The vacuum lines - which make the milking units have suction - were freezing from the outside. Kris had to pour hot water on them.
A cow slipped on the ice and hurt herself. She's recovering ... a guy at church had done the same and torn his rotator cuff. (Ice! So tricky.)
The skid steer won't start.
But other than that, everything is fine! It's windy, it's cold, and we're all buckling down and trying not to go outside until this all blows over. I mean, my ancestors weren't so crazy to settle here ... it's not like they picked Boston.
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