01/30/2026
Honest confession… I had no idea where my day went until I realized I’d spent most of it trying to give sheep a drink of water.
In order to provide unfrozen water, I first had to find the sledgehammer, grab a pitchfork, and carefully cross the pasture that had turned into an Olympic-grade skating rink.
The gate was frozen to the ground.
Good news: I brought the sledgehammer.
Bad news: I had to remove the entire gate.
Slip. Slide. Shuffle.
Reached the tank.
Swung the sledgehammer.
Immediately fell down.
Walked all the way back for a shovel.
Cleared myself a standing spot..
Broke ice. Scooped ice.
Then the sheep informed me they would NOT be walking across this rink and would instead prefer to stare at me like I was running some sort of obstacle course.
So I skated back again for a bale of straw.
Found the barn door frozen to the ground. Walked back to get the shovel..
At that point I stopped asking what time it was and started asking what year it was.
Winter homesteading is just one long chain of:
“In order to do this… I must first do that.”