*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Bunnylady]

No fuel to be found - just bucket after bucket after bucket of cold water.

 

[sourland]

I spent part of the day tearing down old dog kennels - breaking solid welds is difficult.

 

[Bunnylady]

I spent a good part of the day almost knee-deep in tea colored water, trying to clear a ditch so my horses will be able to get more than 10 feet from their barns without needing water wings and swim fins. I don't know how many gpm of water you can shove through a 3' culvert, but there was one just downstream from me, and it was running pretty close to capacity by the time I called it quits. Hopefully there will be a lot less water out there tomorrow. I don't want to look at any more water today unless it's warm.

 

[sourland]

, did you taste the water? Maybe it was tea.

 

[Bunnylady]

Manure tea, more like.

 

[sourland]

Manure tea, more like.

Have you tried it with sugar?

 

[Wisher1000]

Sugar makes everything better!

 

[Bunnylady]

" . . . . in a most delightful way."

 

[Alaskan]

Ooooh! Sugar and a sprig of mint!!!

 

[Bunnylady]

Or maybe a twist of lemon?

In the vein of "when life gives you lemons, make lemonade," BB2K did some horse training a couple of days ago. Being uncertain about the depth and condition of the bottom, horses are frequently reluctant to go into water, and a couple of ours will even skirt puddles on the road if they can. When almost your whole world has become a puddle, skirting no longer becomes an option, so BB2K took the opportunity and took several of ours for walks around the yard, down the driveway, and out in the neighborhood. Even Blondie (who has been the most persistent about dodging water on the road) got into the swim of things; I have seen all of them knee-deep, splashing and playing in the water in their paddocks several times since then. But though the horses' attitudes toward water might be altered, I don't think a goat's ever will be. As near as I can tell, goats hate water; nothing short of fear of death or dismemberment will cause them to leave the barn during a cloudburst. So why BB2K thought that leading Moon (one of our goats) around in the flooded paddock was a good idea, I can't imagine - the goat clearly didn't think so. It can be surprisingly hard to move a goat that doesn't want to go, and Moon was making it very clear that she didn't want to put even one hoof in the water - until Betsy got involved. Maybe Betsy looked at it as, "If I have to do it, so do you," or something, but The Mule strolled casually over to where BB2K was struggling with the goat, and nipped Moon on the - uh - moon. Suddenly, the water ceased to matter to the goat; she trotted forward as if it wasn't even there. Goats respect the "rule of Mule" around here, we know that - but who'd have guessed that Betsy has ambitions to be a sheepdog?