Our Night Life
With the continuing cold, we, two old dogs, Gage and myself, are going to stay up tonight and keep the wood stove going in the shed to keep the new piglets warm.
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Gage isn't as enthusiastic as I am.
Gage can take up most of the bed by lying the other way, too.
He is dreaming of warmer days. No doubt hoping I forget to go out in the cold. (do dogs sleep with their eyes open. Gage does.)
Well I didn't forget.
While Gage rests his weiry bones I diddled with my computer and watched some latenight TV out of the corner of my eye. After a couple of comedy shows and an entertainment "news" show the lovely ladies with the spectacular decolletage come on the TV.
Before these fair damsels reminded me of my "loneliness "and encourage me to call for a chat, I know it is time to shut off the TV and turn on the overnight radio broadcasts, Netherlands International first. ( my favourite)
At 2:30 AM, it is time to brave the cold and make the trek to the shed. Before midnight the temperature was -16 C with the wind still howling. In effect, it was -27 C factoring in the wind chill factor. But now, the wind had stopped and it is -18 C (0 F for those that were away the day they taught the conversion from one scale to the other)
It is a beautiful crisp cloudless night. Without the moon I am left the glories of the heavens for to enjoy. I always look of the constellations, Orion, and the Big Dipper so I can locate the North Star. For those who live where there is light pollution in the sky, you are missing one of Nature's great shows.
Somewhat reluctantly, Gage is with me bounding about running ahead to wait patiently at the door. I leave him outside as he get the sows excited.
All is well. Three cows sleeping, 22 rabbits quiet and two sow sleeping. Ruby's young are laying along side her to keep warm. Babe's brood have finally discovered the heat lamp and are in a pig pile under it, with Babe sleeping nearby.
This wont take long as I split a couple blocks of birch and load the stove. No one is aroused and I quickly retreat to the night.
As is his custom, Gage is waiting and demands one of my gloves to carry to the house. I give it up just to stop him from bounding up and down all around me. "Take it to the house!" Off he goes with me quickly following at a carefull shuffle over the ice in the yard.
It is good to be back in the warm house. I feed the kitchen wood cookstove and pour myself another coffee. I should just settle in in time to listen to the BBC International.