The livestock are certainly no lovers of the wet drops falling from above. As the heavy grey clouds broke yesterday and the rain came down in horizontal sheets, there was a stampede from the outer pastures. The sheep were trying to run faster than the cows and the cows, clearly not as fast as their woolly pasture mates but surely much bulkier just bulldozed their way through the pitiable dripping flock to get to the gate……where they would bawl, bleat and hopefully look just pathetic enough for a reprieve from the cold wet stuff. The barn gate would swing open and they would be given access to their warm dry stalls. The horses are in their element, rain creates wet…wet creates puddles and puddles create MUD. One by one as our equine friends were led in from the pasture the even wet mud coating, from the tip of each ear to the tip of the tail dripped. There was mud in the ears, mud up the noses and their hooves were full of mud. We didn’t need a tap to wash out buckets, a line of buckets under the eaves of the barn and the multi coloured buckets filled in an instant from the waterfall coming over the roof. It wasn’t just the livestock that got wet…..there were some pretty soggy farmers looking up at the sky for a little relief (that didn’t come).
All the rain has caused a blockage in the drain (s) and much of Sunday and Monday found Greg with his arm stuffed up to the armpit down said drain with every kind of smelly soggy poo, pee, sand, grit and who knows what other unsavoury delights ! The drain is still blocked, the rain still falls so I guess the standoff with the drain is going to continue.
Quatre came home for my birthday weekend. It was great to see her red truck drive through the barn gate and even nicer to get a big Quatre smile and hug. See you in a couple of weeks for the Farm tour (October 5th).
Well, it’s about time to move. It’s still raining and miserable looking. Can’t I just go back to bed today ???????
Take care, keep safe and dry. M