Now that we can all see at least a little bit of our front lawns and drive wherever we may want to go, and the forty inches of snow is but a bad memory, I want to share something with you without making you feel too guilty about living in the lap of suburbia.
Please sympathize with Doug Linton’s run-on account of what he dealt with at Angelic Beef in Fauquier County where twin calves had been born just before the snows came:
Let me know what time you need to know by,If you think this amount of snow sucks in general,try it with 3oo acres of trees snapping like twigs,1 mile of driveway to clear,80 head of cows in 4 different fields that need to be fed and (normally not watered} bad grammer oh well a little tired. because I have automatic waterers in every field with heaters,But when you lose electricity for 24 hours you have no running water and everything freezes,YEAH.
Anyway I am pretty much up and running I will have to see getting the building dugout where ANGELIC BEEF lives plus my vehicle.Going to try to take pics and send it is hard to comprehend I am looking at it and having a hard time believing it.
And commiserate with Phyllis Mainhart and her travails in the snow on the side of a mountain in Bluemont, Virginia. Listen to this voicemail she left me.
And enjoy and appreciate the attitude they bring to the work they do for you.