Cont’d from Snow chore brings a father closer to his son
Removing snow was always a small challenge. But, I prided myself on getting out of the house quickly, and providing a safe route for pedestrians and our family cats and different dogs over the years to scamper in the rather expansive upper yard.
The Winter of 2010, however, has knocked me for a loop!
The last few years — as age and PTSD demanded more of my attention — I have found it increasingly difficult to attend to the winter snow chores as “joyfully,” or, actually, as “dutifully” as I used to. And that is where my Son, Nicholas, has become a blessing.
He shovelled the entire front walkway of our home, while I attacked the yard. The 17-year-old refused to “take a break” when I leaned on my shovel, exhausted and in need of a second breath. (I’d later break that shovel by excessive use — too much slushy stuff.)
“I’ll prepare food for the chickens and rooster,” I tell him as I walk down the hill and into the warm house. He continues to shovel where I left off, about halfway up the path to the back of the yard where the chicken coop rests.
It’s still snowing. It’s been nonstop snow for over 24 hours now. Blizzard conditions. Thunderstorms actually mixed with winter snow falls. The worst storm of my lifetime, this Winter of 2010.
Mixing chicken feed with bread, I pour some crackers and chicken broth into a bowl and warm it for our feathered friends, the fowl ones. Yeah, we spoiled ’em. We give them left-over scraps, fruit and vegetables. Add pieces of bread, that would have gone to waste had I not removed some mold around the edges. It stretches out the food and I think I would be so grateful to the guy who was feeding me such a meal if I was a chicken.
Add some bird seed and even black oil sun flower seeds to top it off. I told you we treat ’em good.