Sending you warm vibes from Southern California. I grew up in MN so I know what true cold feels like! I remember trying to clean stalls, but the pee had just made a frozen block in the savings. My little 14 year old arms just couldn’t compete!
I was regaled by tales from my grandfather who grew up on a dairy farm just south of the Canadian border- things like sticking your boots in fresh cow manure for warmth, or having to tie a rope to your waist to go from the house to the barn during a blizzard to milk and feed the cows so you didn’t get lost in the white out.
Just wanted to cheerlead you for doing the absolute best for your critters in a hard time. Your sacrifices to your own comfort are with it!
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and bye bye, thigh gap!
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I’m climbing through there 4x a day minimum, so I’ve had a lot of practice!
