This was my Mount Everest. I shoveled past all the other drifts, but needed to get through this one to reach the chickens.
My face is frozen and my back hurts, but I reached the chickens!
The wind patterns were so strange. In over thirty years, I've never had drifts like these in the back yard. Especially with so little on the driveway. I have a smallish electric snowblower, but it can't handle wind-packed snow or uneven terrain.
About thirty starlings and some sparrows in the coops.
Have you ever been so pooped there was no energy left to feel accomplishment?