The rain predicted for Friday afternoon arrived as snow. The low temperatures meant it stuck around, and Saturday’s showers were flurries.
Freezing temperatures aren’t entirely horrible. They turn mud into solid ground, which translates into less slipping and sliding and dirty boots.
Below zero Celsius temperatures also mean those nasty parasites that dwell on top of the soil and in short grass will die, making the pastures safer places for our goats. Goat safety is high on our priority list.
Today when I went out to feed at dawn, I couldn’t help but appreciate the brisk fall morning. The snow crunched beneath my boots, the sun crept above the trees into the clear, blue sky and the young Dorking rooster practised his crowing.
There was no need to hurry even though the donkeys he-hawed for me to pick up my pace. One of the goats bleated from the goat house, then bleated again. The tone of her voice told me she was in heat. The two and a half year old doe paced the fence line, flashing her eyelashes at the buck next door.
After delivering the hay, I put the doe and buck together to breed. It was a beautiful day to breed. With good luck, in five months, the activities of this day will produce two healthy goat kids to frolic in the spring sunshine.
Autumn days are a promise for spring. Winter is just a passage of time to get there.