Posts Tagged ‘snow plowing’
Winter Dose
We’re getting a full dose of winter now. They call it an Alberta Clipper and boy did it clip through here yesterday. We enjoyed beautiful blustery snow all day, alternating between sailing by horizontally and falling picture-post-card perfect. Then suddenly at a few minutes past 3:00, the snow stopped falling and patches of sunshine peeked between the clouds. The low pressure center was already on its way to Chicago and beyond.
While walking with Delilah in the morning, I captured a selfie that should become my next profile picture. This is my uniform for working outside in dangerous wind-chill temperatures.
Some of the snowflake crystals were captured nicely on my cap, but a few show up as a blur sailing by in the wind. It was still mighty cold when this was taken, but we did climb comfortably above zero for a time in the afternoon. After the sun set, the temperature dropped quickly and the strong gusting wind helped to change things back to an almost painful level.
You learn to do things quickly at these temperatures. There is no benefit in dawdling.
Delilah doesn’t shy away from the cold, but she certainly is easy to persuade when I offer up the option to go back into the house. She stayed outside for a long time in the afternoon, despite the wicked wind, while I was shoveling and then plowing with the Grizzly.
In this image, she is looking toward the horses, who spent most of the day out in the falling snow, with blankets on, pawing and grazing in the back pasture. I presume they were low enough to be out of the direct force of the wind at that spot. They certainly didn’t stray from that location until time came for their usual dinner hour.
Then they ran up to the barn and politely waited for me to get everything set before inviting them into the stalls for the night.
To top off this day of serious winter weather, Cyndie spent about 3-hours driving home through traffic rife with spinouts, accidents and cars in ditches. She was successful in keeping all four of her tires in touch with the ground.
It was a real-deal winter day of the kind that suits the name we gave our place: Wintervale.
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Where To?
As I strolled up the driveway yesterday afternoon, the eagle statue caught my eye and it occurred to me that I should consider moving it for the winter. We have placed it in a spectacular spot at the top of the driveway, but during the snow season that spot is right where plowing pushes the snow.
More than once last year, I accidentally hit the poor guy with the blade.
In pondering another location for the statue, I had difficulty coming up with someplace that didn’t also involve snow being dumped. There’s not a good place where it would still have its deserved prominence, yet be out of the way of clearing snow.
I suppose I could find a spot for him somewhere down by the labyrinth, but I’m a little afraid that if I did that, we’d never get around to moving it back up the hill again after the snow is gone, to this great perch by the driveway.
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Overactive Snowflakes
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It was an otherwise innocuous passing flurry of barely 3 inches of fluffy light snow. Delicate flakes, each one unique, falling in a graceful dance with the air, moving in a randomly synchronized patterned performance. How many snowflakes could there be? They pile up. They land on every available surface, and swerve to reach places not so available.
Yesterday’s snowfall draped itself softly over the wind-hardened drifts in the driveway to complicate an already challenging chore. I had walked over those drifts the night before when I took the garbage bin down to the road. They were packed so dense that I could walk on them without breaking through. It’s like walking on water. It’s just snow, so logic has it that a boot would submerge, but not when it gets packed this tight. Across the top I strolled.
Delilah is finding the latest snow conditions to be confounding. Sometimes she stays above, and sometimes she breaks through. At the speed she is usually traversing, it causes her to do a face-plant into the deep. Then she has to swim a bit to reach a place where she can switch to her deer-like leaps to bounce through the deepest parts.
When the snow stopped falling yesterday, there was plowing and shoveling to be done, again. Those light, teeny flakes that fall from the sky change dramatically when they come to rest en masse. They foil the attempts of machines that try to move them, causing the wheels of the tractor to spin in place against the weight of the snow.
Walking our property has become unthinkable without snowshoes. If I had time to get down to the labyrinth, I would verify that it was entirely invisible at this point, buried beneath the biggest accumulation of the year last week that was followed by the gale force winds and then topped off with the several fluffy inches yesterday.
Snowflakes are beautiful and brutal. I think that’s what makes them great.
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Pee Happens
I have grown to really appreciate my quilt-lined Carhartt bib overalls this winter. They hang at the front door and no matter what I am wearing, I can hop into them to head down to the barn for chores. When I walk in the door in the afternoon, dressed from the day-job, stepping into these overalls covers perfectly for mucking out the barn and feeding the horses.
I ran into one problem with them the other day though, when I discovered the zipper in the fly is jammed and won’t open. I don’t recall if I have broached this subject in the blog already, or not, but since moving to the country, I have peed outside more than ever before. I can pretty confidently report that I never had occasion to pee outside when we were living on a tiny lot in the suburbs.
I suppose it seems acceptable, logical even, to take breaks outside to “water the trees” when exposed (hee hee, I wrote “exposed”) to Delilah and the horses doing it so often. Maybe something in me senses the value of marking my territory.
On Monday, when I was on the diesel tractor trying to finish clearing snow from the driveway and front of the barn, I got the sense my bladder was filling, but I wanted to complete the plowing before taking a break. That was a bad decision.
Of course, the worse the urge got, the closer I would be to almost finishing. If you know me at all, you can imagine me deciding to try to get just a little more snow removed, and then cleaning up one remaining edge. One of the difficulties I have plowing with our machines is that almost every time I move snow from one spot, I spill it on another. I kept not being done yet. I guess for some reason, I decided to torture myself by not pausing and climbing down to pee. I waited so long it was getting painful, which I know better than to do. Why in the world…?
Now imagine how calm, collected, and thorough I was about getting the tractor parked in the garage. It’s a miracle I didn’t crash into something as I rushed to get it put away. Happily, I wasn’t wearing the bib overalls at the time, and I didn’t need to make my way up to the house.
With that incident fresh in mind, my discovery that the overalls zipper was jammed took on greater significance. I intend to correct that situation well before the next time I might have need to use it.
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Still Digging
After taking the entire day off from shoveling or plowing on Sunday, I needed to pick up where we left off, and yesterday was another busy day of digging. I started the day up on our roof, to get the snow off our peak vent. It was so nice up there, I took a little extra time and cleared the valleys between the vaulted roof and the low roof on the west end of our house. 
Unfortunately, that snow all went down onto the backup generator and our deck, so I needed to shovel it one more time when I got back down on the ground.
Speaking of how nice it was up there, I noticed in the mirror last night that I got a bit of a sunburn on my ever-more-exposed forehead. I shouldn’t be surprised, after watching how quickly the solar power evaporated the snow to expose bare shingles in the spots where I removed the snow.
After a quick lunch, I headed for the diesel tractor to finish opening the full width of that last hill of our driveway where I got stuck on Saturday night. When that was accomplished, all that remained was the gravel sections around the hay shed and the barn.
It is frustrating, because the places where it would be easy to pile the snow are places where we don’t want the melt to drain directly into the paddock. To minimize that, I need to drive to the far end with the loader full of snow and dump it there, followed by an equal return trip. That’s not doing much for saving time or fuel. I feel like it takes me twice as long as it should to clear snow with that tractor.
It is also a challenge for my perfectionism. I need to really practice accepting a point that is good enough when it comes to clearing snow with that tractor. That would probably speed things up a bit for me.
As I think I mentioned, this winter storm was a real bugger for the amount of time it rained on us prior to changing over to accumulating snow. Every scoop with a shovel meets a base layer that sort of gives, but mostly resists, as a result of that rain. It also has caused a lot of the trees to continue to be burdened by the clinging snow and ice, despite the amount of wind that followed the next day.
The snow seems to cling to everything, sometimes to comical effect. The little peak of this bird feeder continues to sport a big tower of snow that sticks together and hangs on.
I wish I could say that I was done digging snow, but I’m not. I didn’t get the tractor around the back side of the barn yet. We already hand shoveled a small path from the back door to the manure pile, and there is nothing else we need that road opened for immediately. We just want to be sure to get it done before we get any more snow.
Just when I thought I was done for the day, I spotted that we hadn’t opened a path to Delilah’s kennel, and the roof of her kennel was drooping under the heavy load. I finished that chore and called it a day, even though that left my trail to the wood shed still needing to be dug out.
Maybe I’ll get around to that on the day I decide to go down and try to recover the path of the labyrinth. At least I don’t need to dig that. I’ll just walk it with my snowshoes, although it will be rather strange to now be over a foot above the ground while walking it.
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Epic Battle
I fought long and hard against the snow that filled our driveway yesterday, and only just barely broke through in the end with a path that will allow us out in an emergency. That limited progress is despite the fact that I ended up getting help from two different neighbors!
I spent the morning clearing the upper portion of our driveway between the shop garage and the house. I was experimenting with different ways to scoop a bucket full and dump it to the side. It gets to be quite a trick when you are in the narrow lane of the driveway, away from open access points like the opening in front of the shop garage. At first it seemed rather easy, but it quickly became difficult when restrained by the edges of the driveway.
If I venture too far to the side, one of the front wheels will drop down off the pavement and then my rear tires just spin in place, chains and all, trying to pull back out. Then I need to rotate the bucket fully back, and lower it to the ground to use as a lever to push the tractor backwards, by rotating the bucket forward, out and away from me. That works most of the time, but it is an inexact science in the hands of a novice.
I wrestled with trying to figure out when speed was an advantage, mostly discovering when it was not. I struggled to figure out where the balance point was for a bucket filled to overflowing with snow, hoping to use the weight to my advantage, not against, in getting enough traction on the icy surface.
After a lunch break, I headed out to try my techniques on the rest of the driveway. Unfortunately, most of the rest of the driveway that remained to be cleared was far from flat. On the hills, I can usually move forward going down, but the going up part becomes an epic battle of spinning wheels. My progress was painfully slow. As big a scoop as I was using, and as full as I could possibly get it each time, it still felt like trying to shovel using a dinner spoon.
I tried speeding up, but then I sacrificed torque and would find myself getting stuck on the ice more often. After way too many iterations of back and forth, fatigue becomes a factor. My left foot and leg get tired working the clutch. One time, I forgot to shift into reverse, and accidentally went forward when I didn’t mean to, dropping my front wheel over the edge and forcing the dreaded levering the loader to push myself out.
I kept at it with barely a pause for a drink of water, and crested the last hill as the sun was setting. To my surprise, I discovered that one of my neighbors had plowed our driveway from the road, half way up the first hill. I was so thrilled at that I lost track of the bucket full of snow, leaving my hand on the lever so it lifted to the point of dumping part of its load back on the hood of the tractor and me.
With the difficult part down by the road already taken care of, I suddenly felt inspired to try to get the remaining section done before quitting for the day. Too bad it was some of the deepest snow yet and I was now headed downhill, making it increasingly difficult to back up with a bucketful of snow. Within sight of the finish line, I got myself miserably stuck. That is when my other neighbor showed up with his tractor and began digging toward me from the downhill side, while I practiced my loader-lever maneuvers to push myself back uphill. After a few scoopfuls by him, I was able to bomb my way forward and break through.
It was finally dark, and I was more than ready to be done for one day, so I left just a single narrow opening on that slope and made my way back to the garage. The final cleanup remains, either for today, or tomorrow, depending on when I feel up for the fight. This is more snow than I have ever tried to move in my entire life.
If this kind of storm happens again, I’m gonna be looking for one of those snow machines with tracks that the ski hills use. Either that or I need to look into flattening the driveway by cutting down the hills and filling in the valleys.
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Vet Visited
Before our thoughts became totally consumed with this latest blast of a winter storm –which has drifted snow across the 4 foot banks of our driveway, filling it completely– we received a visit from our veterinarian for a well-check of our horses.
It was Thursday, and Cyndie and I had both stayed home from work in the face of the posted winter storm warning. We had cleaned up the stalls in the barn, and moved the horses inside out of the rain that was falling in prelude to the snow.
We weren’t entirely surprised to receive a phone call from the vet’s office checking to see if we wanted to reschedule. We weren’t the ones doing the driving, so we definitely wanted this appointment to happen, if the vet didn’t mind navigating the icy roads.
Cyndie headed down to our barns at the appointed time, to find the vet already inside, making her own introductions to our 4 horses. She really loved “our gray,” Legacy, saying he was “cute.” 
As the rain began to change over to snow, the vet stepped into each stall to listen to heart beats and lung sounds, feel their teeth, and do an overall survey of their condition.
The horses had blood samples drawn, and received a vaccination shot and dose of deworming paste. There were two valuable things we learned. First, we can begin to cut back on their feed rations. With the cold temperatures we have been facing this winter, we have been making sure they were well fed. The vet said our horses are not overweight, but we don’t want them to get any bigger. We can change the feed we are giving them to one that provides just essentials and nothing more.
She instructed us to be very careful about the transition back to grazing fresh grass. We cannot allow them uncontrolled access to the fields. They need to be restricted to the sacrifice area of our paddocks, with brief, but increasing visits to the grass.
The second thing the vet discovered is that the latest bale of hay we have been serving has too much foxtail grass in it. The awn, that stiff bristle at the top of the stem, can become embedded in their cheeks and tongue and create ulcers. Three of our horses showed some signs of sensitivity or ulcerations in their mouths.
We invited her to look at our remaining bales to give us her opinion of what we have on hand. From her review, we think it will be okay to just work around the worst bale and pick and mix from the remaining two batches of bales we have.
Next fall we will make another appointment to have the vet “float their teeth,” which is what they call it when they file down any sharp points that develop. With that, her visit was done and she drove off into the wicked weather. We are relieved to know our horses are doing well and that the two things deserving attention are well within our ability to manage.
That is a really good thing right now, because it allows our attention to get back to being all-consumed by the tonnage of snow that remains to be removed from our driveway and barn paths today. Yesterday I heard Cyndie wondering out loud about seeing if George Walker might want to bring his Belgian draft horses over to teach us how to drive the team while clearing snow with them. That’s not such a bad idea, because the way “horse power” is measured, he has a lot more in his team of horses than I have with my 44hp Ford New Holland 3415 tractor.
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Novel Approach
Almost every time we experience a significant snowfall, the snow thrown up by the plow clearing our road knocks our mailbox off its post. Luckily, our mailbox is made of molded plastic, and can be remounted with moderate effort, but the plastic is getting damaged a bit each time. Also, it is annoying to be forced to fix it after every storm.
I’ve been pondering coming up with some way to shield the mailbox from a direct blow by deflecting the snow that rolls off the plow blade as the truck races past. One idea was to make a decorative arching arbor over the mailbox. Another was to create some variation of a cone shape that I could mount on a post beside the mailbox so the blast of snow from the plow would be deflected around the wide, flat surface area of the mailbox. Both of these solutions would best be fabricated during any time of the year that is not winter. Since the problem of snow storms will be around for a while yet this year, I’ve been hoping to come up with something I could try immediately.
I decided to try making a deflector out of snow last night. When the sun dropped below the horizon, I figured I better get some pictures of the progress up to that point, while there was still enough light to see it, but these shots were taken before I finished it with a wider top to cover the exposed ends of the mailbox.
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My hope is that it will freeze solid enough before the first test that it doesn’t just collapse and add mass to snow that rolls off the blade into the side of our mailbox as the truck cruises by.
I won’t have long to wait. The storm warning we are under today is for 8-12 inches of snow, followed by heavy winds. The threat is significant enough that the Governor of Wisconsin has declared a state of emergency! That’s enough to keep Cyndie and me home from our workplaces and off the roads for the day, where we’ll be saving our energy for yet another session of plowing and shoveling to come. …And trying to figure out where we are going to put it all!
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Relative Something 