Happy soggy Sunday ! I am assured by Greg, who apparently was aware of every drop that hit or threatened to hit the deck, that it rained solidly all night. Personally, I went to bed early in an attempt to find some respite for aches and pains and didn’t hear a thing. I slept through the potential “flood” and since it is still dark outside, I’m still not sure if we missed the Ark. There is a lot of yucky green on the forecast but we have been assured that it will be better tomorrow. Guess that means we don’t have to irrigate…..always the optimist, NOT !!!!
Not much to report from the ranch yesterday, where just a little rain was the opening shot for the pineapple express that did come in last night (apparently!). Greg looked like Mr. Noah, running around the barn with his rake digging ditches, re digging ditches and filling ditches in preparation for the oncoming flood which he advised me ( ‘cause he knows these things ) is coming. Me, I set to work with the important things like making sure I have a plastic bag handy so I don’t look like a poor imitation of Bob Marley on a bad day. Yesterday was Quatre’s day off but she stayed with us in the morning to make sure that all the chores got done, since I am currently not running on all throttles. I blame the medication..again!
Lamb Chop and Hol-ley appear to have established some kind of rapport. As long as Hol-ley recognizes that ALL visitors come to see Lamb Chop and ALL treats are intended for the treat-a-holic lamb,…. it’s all good. I did happen to notice Hol-ley and Lamb Chop engaging in some playful ( I think) toustling, even if they were battling it shows that Lamb Chop is no longer having everything the “Lamb Chop way”.
Lady and Quest, the Shire horses were relegated to the back field. Greg, the eternal conservationist had a sleepless night worrying about Quest tromping regardless of the three toed newt and the purple skinned Dodo that may or may have, ( thousands of years ago) resided 200 feet down under the creek that is no longer there. When we have the chance, flood permitting, we will try to establish a fence to keep the offending equine on his side of the fence and leave the creek bottom to the imaginary ( but protected) creatures.
Greg and Ursula got to work cleaning up the barn. Ursula the Intrepid set to work with the industrial vacuum sucking up the spider colonies that have established a thriving colony (possibly over the past 50 years) around the windows. I stayed well clear but am happy to report that we will now be able to see the rain, cobweb free.
Time to go and yes, it is raining!! Take care, keep safe and dry. M
Not much to report from the ranch yesterday, where just a little rain was the opening shot for the pineapple express that did come in last night (apparently!). Greg looked like Mr. Noah, running around the barn with his rake digging ditches, re digging ditches and filling ditches in preparation for the oncoming flood which he advised me ( ‘cause he knows these things ) is coming. Me, I set to work with the important things like making sure I have a plastic bag handy so I don’t look like a poor imitation of Bob Marley on a bad day. Yesterday was Quatre’s day off but she stayed with us in the morning to make sure that all the chores got done, since I am currently not running on all throttles. I blame the medication..again!
Lamb Chop and Hol-ley appear to have established some kind of rapport. As long as Hol-ley recognizes that ALL visitors come to see Lamb Chop and ALL treats are intended for the treat-a-holic lamb,…. it’s all good. I did happen to notice Hol-ley and Lamb Chop engaging in some playful ( I think) toustling, even if they were battling it shows that Lamb Chop is no longer having everything the “Lamb Chop way”.
Lady and Quest, the Shire horses were relegated to the back field. Greg, the eternal conservationist had a sleepless night worrying about Quest tromping regardless of the three toed newt and the purple skinned Dodo that may or may have, ( thousands of years ago) resided 200 feet down under the creek that is no longer there. When we have the chance, flood permitting, we will try to establish a fence to keep the offending equine on his side of the fence and leave the creek bottom to the imaginary ( but protected) creatures.
Greg and Ursula got to work cleaning up the barn. Ursula the Intrepid set to work with the industrial vacuum sucking up the spider colonies that have established a thriving colony (possibly over the past 50 years) around the windows. I stayed well clear but am happy to report that we will now be able to see the rain, cobweb free.
Time to go and yes, it is raining!! Take care, keep safe and dry. M
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