If Sunday morning felt like it was one of the coldest in Wichita history, that’s because it was. Just after 7:30 a.m., the temperature in the city dipped to minus 10, an all-time record for Dec. 18,
I admit that I don’t live in Wichita, but near enough that my outside temperature sensor was wearing a jacket. I’m not exactly sure where the jacket came from but there were several birds sitting on the fence that were puffed up beyond beliefl I mean they were huuuge.
For tweedy birds
Yesterday was near blizzard conditions. Near, I say. I could still see three houses East and almost all the way across the South neighbors eight acres.
Renter was out and about. Profiling, I think. Not really. His uncle was is laid up with kidney stones, and his son was in Topeka. Renter took care of his and the uncles stock.
That’s the thing about ranching – one is obligated to care for those that look to you.
Today is bitter cold, but sunny. I imagine the snow will soon be gone, as the ground hadn’t relly frozen yet.
This year my timing was correct as far as getting in winter supplies. Finished two days before the weather change from uncomfortable to miserable. Well done, me.
From the reaches,