Got the cracked wheat bread in the pan. I made too much for one loaf, but not enough for two. That was pretty much what was wrong with the recipe I tried last week. I will cut it down a little so it will not fill the pan so full next time.
George fed hay to the renter's cattle. They were most grateful.
Bread out of the oven. It was tall and good. Half a slice for lunch with the black bean soup. So, now I do not want to fix cornbread for tonight. We will have more bean soup and I will have some more bread. George had Patsy's sausage and eggs for lunch.
George took hay up to the goats at the 'new' barn. They were most grateful.
The borrowed billy would not stay in the pasture, so we put him here in the pig pen. Pigs are long dead. He does not like being here alone, but he stays put. We watered him in a bucket and fed him some corn. I was going to just take him a coffee can of water and George said he would turn it over first thing. I said, then he won't drink any more water til tomorrow. But, we took him a couple gallons in a bucket.
I fed and watered the chickens and then fed and watered the birds. I spread some of the chicken's corn on the deck.
Then it iced on top of the bird feed, so I fed them again. They are still enjoying fighting over supper.
I fed the goats the last of our cubes.
George is warming up the truck and cleaning off the ice. I thought he might be going to town, but I guess he is just clearing the ice off. It has been 30 minutes and he is still at it. I am not going out there. Just watching him and the birds through the window. And, I am not going to work tomorrow either.