Barn Dance

Back in the day, my kids and I loved the lyrical, slightly mysterious “Barn Dance” by Bill Martin, Jr., John Archambault, and illustrated by Ted Rand.  We would cuddle on the couch and chant together, “Out came the skinny kid, a-tickin’ and a-tockin’!”, transported to the bright barn in the black night somewhere in the fictional countryside, keeping an eye on that fiddling scarecrow.

I thought of that book and those times together while bundled and bent against the wicked cold wind and dry, flying snow of this pre-Thanksgiving November day. There are additions to the flocks and herds and I’ve been moving animals here, there and everywhere.  There was the splitting of the Shetland flock to accommodate the new ram, moving of a partial flock of turkeys to a temporary new location, catching that snazzy, jazzy hen that doesn’t want to be housed with the others, integrating the curly haired & straight haired goat herds…just tending everyone.

In my winter coveralls, I lose lightness of step and am the big, brown trudger.  Trudge to the coop, trudge to the far pasture, grab buckets, trudge to the middle pasture, grab buckets, back to the barn to snag the squeaky wheel barrow.  Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak across the way with bales of hay for the sheep.  Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak across the way to the duck yard with water buckets.  So it goes.

Trudging is good for thinking, though.  One can ponder well when one is moving so methodically.  Thoughts of the days when little kids on my lap would bounce and chant to favorite storybooks was peaceful and consolate.

Vermont seasons have me moving through many barn dances, and, in that way, I can be assured of new steps, old steps, spring flings and fall waltzes.

“Listen to the night, there’s music in the air!”


Orin the ram, dancing with the girls

 Dairy Goats & Angora goats, dancing in the  paddock


4 responses to “Barn Dance

  1. Great minds must think alike for I was working on a similarly-themed post over the weekend. [Stay tuned.] We are preparing to ‘do up’ our turkeys tomorrow in what the forecasters are calling a ‘wintery mix of precipitation.’ My fingers already ache in cold anticipation! Congratulations on the new acquisitions … they look healthy, happy, delicate, and very pretty indeed. Joanna anticipates some lovely wool-blends in your future! Have a great, joy-filled, week. Stay very far away from the malls and please see if you might be able to find a quiet moment or two to relax and enjoy the Holiday! [Gee, what a novel idea. What say you?] D

    • Just read your post, D, and I loved it instantly. Thought to myself, “we’re on the same page, more or less!” Thank you for the kind words and you also take care. It was bitterly cold when I was knee deep in 30 turkeys this weekend. The first wave of pick-ups is over and the last wave starts today, finishing by Wednesday.

      Heading to another Shetland farm about an hour away this morning with a 3 more ewes to breed at their farm to a different ram. Didn’t want to have two rams here this season. Hopefully the ride is uneventful. I’m giving the black ice an hour to melt around here!

      Thanksgiving wishes to you all. Good luck with the birds!

  2. What a picture you give me, a movie unfolding in my mind! Although thinking of it makes me tired. The one thing I do similar is to take care of my ‘girl’, and oh, I do love those times. God bless in the coming storm, God bless your entire farm.

    • Curtiss Ann -thank you for the lovely comment! It’s not so much tiring for me, as it just takes a lot of time! I always have a million and one things to do and wish I could speed up, but I just don’t! I’ve always been slow to accomplish, slow to process. I have to be more discerning about what I can conceivably complete because of it! Lots of ideas, little time!

      Thank you for the blessings. Regarding the storm, I sure hope I don’t need it! My son is flying home on Wednesday night and I am SO looking forward to everyone being together!

      Thanksgiving hugs to you and yours!

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