A Wintery New Year

wintery new year 1A new year has arrived and despite the cold and blustery weather here in Iowa it felt warm and cozy inside our little house on the prairie.  The inclement weather did not stop time, but it did force us to make some adjustments to our plans.  I had loads of paperwork to do and holiday functions to attend, but when the weather made a turn for the worst and my dad asked me to help with the pigs I had to drop everything.  It was foggy and cold.  The pigs needed bedding and we had to check to make sure the waters were working properly and had not frozen over.   The fog lasted for days and had enveloped everything in sight with a fantastic surreal white frost known as a hoar frost.

I grabbed my camera and snapped a few shots while working with the pigs.  Farmers have to be flexible because nature is unpredictable.  It may seem inconvenient to have our lives interrupted by a force of nature but I welcome the interruption.  It reminds me that I am part of it. I pulled on my coveralls, scrounged for some warm work gloves and boots and headed out the door.  My job is pretty simple. I just have to watch the gate to make sure the pigs don’t get out   Our dog, Nigel, loves to help.  He is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi and naturally a herding dog.  He is never happier than when he is working.  The pigs don’t mind him at all. They seem to understand.  My dad, Paul Willis, is so skilled at running the skid loader after many years that its movements look like their following my father’s instructions.  He uses the bucket and clamp to grab a hold of a big round bale of corn stalks and the pigs run wildly this-way-and-that in playful anticipation of the new bedding.

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