January dawn on the farm edge outside Plainfield: hoarfrost standing on the stubble, a bird breaking cover with a clatter, the sun coming up the color of weak tea. Pheasant Seasonal Services LLC has wheels turning by then — drives and lots plowed, walks cleared, salt or ice melt down before the afternoon thaw refreezes into a sheet. Timing is most of the job out here, because what falls at midnight is a different problem by nine. A drive opened before the first alarm goes off is the whole ambition. Plainfield and the nearby towns, storm after storm.