Crossfit is overrated. Why pay hundreds of dollars for the privilege of moving heavy things? Just go work at a farm.
Let’s recount all the things I lifted yesterday:
- Broiler feed, six buckets weighing about 25 lbs. each, 150 pounds
- Cattle mineral (barn to ATV), ten bags weighing 50 lbs. each, 500 pounds
- Cattle mineral (ATV to truck), five bags weighing 50 lbs. each, 250 pounds (Ryan helped)
- Cattle mineral (truck to Lundale barn), four bags weighing 50 lbs. each, 200 pounds (Ryan fed 2 to the steers and helped move the remaining 8)
- Layer feed, four bags weighing 100 lbs. each, 400 pounds
For a grand total of 1,500 pounds!
That doesn’t include buckets of feed for the pigs, baskets and cartons of 20 dozen eggs (transporting them from the shop to the house and from the house to the refrigerated trailer), or crates of chickens for slaughter.
Yep. This is my life. Why bother with a gym membership?
In other farm news one of the lambs tried to break into one of the broiler house. Not Bob, thankfully. Bob knows better. Ryan was checking on the heifers and Steve was helping Caleb and Brian get set up for chicken slaughter so I headed up to get the broiler houses ready. We move them ever day, but before we can move them we have to unhook the water hoses and do a few other things. When I got to the youngest house, this is what I found:
The silly thing couldn’t figure out how to get herself out. She wasn’t panicked, but she clearly wasn’t happy. What possessed her to stick her head through there is beyond me. Once freed she made a beeline back to the rest of the flock who seemed largely unconcerned with her predicament.
Also, this is what a summer of farming will do to a baseball hat:
The outside used to be the same dark navy as the inside. Crazy!