09/28/2026
Some weekends on the farm are beautiful. This was not one of them.
By the time we stopped counting, nearly 6 inches of rain had fallen, turning pastures into mud, soaking bedding, and leaving animals—and farmers—cold, wet, and miserable.
This nor’easter hit our little corner of the world hard. Thankfully, we didn’t have any major damage, but keeping the animals safe and comfortable became a race against the rain.
After spending Saturday at market, we came home and headed right back outside to move sheep shelters to drier ground, replace soaked bedding, and warm up a few chilled lambs. You’d be amazed what a women’s size small Carhartt jacket can do for a 40-pound lamb. 😂
That’s the thing about farming in bad weather: the regular chores don’t disappear. They just get wetter, heavier, muddier, and take about twice as long.
We thought we were pretty well prepared for the storm, but the rainfall predictions—at least for our little corner of the world—were way off. Animals that should have been perfectly fine were suddenly soaked to the bone, and some of the places we expected to stay dry simply didn’t.
So, regardless of how badly we wanted to go inside, sit on the couch, and build a completely unnecessary fire, we pulled our boots back on and got to work.
By sundown Saturday, we had most of the animals buttoned up pretty well: dry bedding, shelters moved, lambs warmed, and everyone settled in.
And then Sunday morning came…and it was still raining.
So we started all over again.
It’s not the glamorous side of farm life, but it’s a very real part of it. Sometimes good animal care looks less like a beautiful pasture at sunset and more like two tired farmers standing ankle-deep in mud, trying to convince a wet sheep to please just go into the nice dry shelter we moved specifically for him.
Now, respectfully, we would really like the rain to stop. ☀️😂