This cold weather is misery for all of us on the farm. The goats are surviving, but they're keeping their tails tucked, and some of them have their hair standing on end - their version of goose bumps, I guess. They stay in their sheds most of the time, so we stocked them with hay bales. For some reason, Pansy's boys (the meat goats born this past spring, which should have been slaughtered already) are the ones who seem the coldest. They shiver a lot.
I'm afraid for Rosie goat. She's so skinny and frail looking. And I don't think she has much sense. Yesterday when I went out to check on them, she was standing outside of the shed against the wall. Just standing there alone and forlorn looking while all of the others were inside the shed, out of the wind, eating hay.
We brought the Nubians into the barn last night because it was supposed to be the lowest temp. yet.
All the water buckets are frozen solid and we have the water to the pastures turned off so that we won't have any broken pipes. We have to carry water to each pasture twice a day. Yesterday, Kip and Henry sucked down a gallon a piece as soon as I handed them the bucket.
It's 23 degrees right now and the high today is supposed to be 32.
I am so sick of winter.