Saturday, March 21, 2009
Before we moved to the farm, I had been leading a sedentary life for nearly a year.
And there was no building up the muscles period with the farm. One day we didn't own it, the next day we did. One day we had no goats to move from place to place, no goats to milk, no barn to build, no garden to cultivate and plant, no hay to move...
We did all these things. John did the big heavy stuff, but I was determined to do my share (despite morning sickness that was worse at night than the morning).
I learned that 40 lb bales of hay can be picked up and thrown up into a pickup IF you wear gloves so the wires don't eat into your hands. Forty pounds was less than the weight of my youngest child. Shouldn't be a probem! (Though truth be known I had never thrown him...)
And I managed stubborn 150 pound goats, though they did stand on their own four feet. But even the kids - children - could do that.
What I needed to be able to work up to was to carry the 100 lb sacks of dairy feed from the garage to the barn, a distance of about 200, maybe 250 feet.
After we had been at the farm about 6 active months, I gave it a try.
I figured I would need to get it over my center of gravity, so I hoisted it to my shoulder. The grain toward the front slumped down, and so did the grain toward the back, and altogether the bag took on the shape of shoulder with only a little adjusting.
And I walked with it to the barn, and managed to slide it into the grain barrel, open up the top, and begin the day's milking.
I was very proud.