She tossed feed on the coop floor and gave them fresh water. She fastened the gate, used cleansing snow to scrape chicken-do from her boots, and trudged back to the house. She placed the basket on the table and lifted a milk pail, not wanting to risk carrying too much while she traversed the frozen and often slippery ground. The redhead went to the barn. She opened the stall doors to let the three steers and other horses roam the snow-covered ground if they needed or wanted exercise today. Cautiously she climbed the ladder into the loft, opened a small door, and tossed down hay for the stock to eat. She closed and bolted the door, then laid aside the pitchfork. With care again, she descended the ladder to the wooden section of the floor. Carrie Sue went outside to break up an impenetrable surface in the water trough so the animals could drink. As she did so, the heavy iron tool sent echoes across the quiet landscape of breaking ice. As each blow landed, white shards shot in many directions in protest of being disturbed.
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