Warm and sunny are not usually the words you would use to describe the winter weather around here. I must confess that in November when we had the first ice and snow I was thinking it would be a long, cold, snowy winter.
Everything, including the water hoses, was frozen and that is just not fun.
Instead, it has been warm and mild, too mild in fact. Here is what the mountains around us should look like this time of year.
And here is what it looks today. Almost no snow pack at all – not good. I’m sure those poor folks back east who have been hammered with snow this winter would be glad to trade.
There is a saying around here about the caterpillar “wooly bears” (I don’t know what the official name is, do you?) and their stripe and the weather. I think it is the wider the stripe the longer and colder winter will be. There were lots of them crawling around in the fall and the stripe seems wide enough to me, but it has been a mild winter nevertheless.
The rain gauge this year has barely moved.
Compared to last year which was the wettest March on record – read more about that here – and the gauge was overflowing. Our dry spell is nothing like our friends in California and the severe drought they are dealing with. But it would be nice to get a little more rain. I probably should be careful what I ask for, one of our cattle friends just a little north of us says March will be very mild until the end of the month when we will have a blizzard. I really hope he is wrong, but we will see.
Cattle are curious creatures, at least ours are. I took a walk down to the pasture in the sunshine yesterday and here is my view. The yearling calves in their pasture stop eating at the round bale and come over to investigate me and my camera. As you can see they are a pretty friendly bunch and quite used to us being around them all the time.
Either I am extremely fascinating or these calves are just nosy as they creep closer and closer. My talking to them and clicking off pictures doesn’t concern them at all.
There is always one in every crowd and B17 – Lucy’s calf from last year – just couldn’t resist coming even closer. . .
. . .and closer and nibbling on the edge of my jacket – just in case it might be made of alfalfa I guess. The jacket is in the wash as I type.
And while we are on the subject of calves, a belated Happy Birthday to B1. The first calf born last year and in the snow. You can read about it here - and see what the weather is usually like this time of year.
The new Spring calves are due to begin arriving any day and this group won’t be the babies any more. It is nice no snow is predicted, warm weather for calving is easier for everyone.
Nephew Nick sent me this picture, found on a humor page, and said it looked like our orchard a few years ago – except for the dog and the caption.