Soaked.
That would be me, of course. The chickens are safe, dry and enjoying their breakfast.
What a night here! The thunder was so loud at around 3 a.m. that I just got up and checked critters, then went to the computer . . . which I quickly turned off when lightning hit something outside! I believe it knocked out one of my remote cameras, and it seems to have fried the porch outlet. It's too nasty and wet to really take anything apart and check it now, though. I am going to miss watching the back pens on TV today, though!
We had all sorts of little rivers running through the yard and one of the pens this morning. It appears I have not managed to send all the mousies to Valhalla yet - - since one industrious fellow dug a tunnel in and out of the small pen, leaving the perfect space for a rushing canal. Nice! That pen usually stays quite dry in the rain since it is covered, but thanks to our mouse engineer it was an inch deep in running water. I packed the pen with short-cut wheat straw and signed a new declaration of war on the mouse tribe. Despite having good rain gear, I came in soaked after all that! I guess when you have water running up your arms and beating on your face, it's going to sneak in somewhere. Ah well, it's still much better than sitting in an office - - for me, anyway. I'm funny like that.
And now back to chasing starlings away from my bird feeder. Naughty buggers are very persistent this year! The migration came earlier and is staying later than usual.
Everyone stay dry!
That would be me, of course. The chickens are safe, dry and enjoying their breakfast.
What a night here! The thunder was so loud at around 3 a.m. that I just got up and checked critters, then went to the computer . . . which I quickly turned off when lightning hit something outside! I believe it knocked out one of my remote cameras, and it seems to have fried the porch outlet. It's too nasty and wet to really take anything apart and check it now, though. I am going to miss watching the back pens on TV today, though!
We had all sorts of little rivers running through the yard and one of the pens this morning. It appears I have not managed to send all the mousies to Valhalla yet - - since one industrious fellow dug a tunnel in and out of the small pen, leaving the perfect space for a rushing canal. Nice! That pen usually stays quite dry in the rain since it is covered, but thanks to our mouse engineer it was an inch deep in running water. I packed the pen with short-cut wheat straw and signed a new declaration of war on the mouse tribe. Despite having good rain gear, I came in soaked after all that! I guess when you have water running up your arms and beating on your face, it's going to sneak in somewhere. Ah well, it's still much better than sitting in an office - - for me, anyway. I'm funny like that.
And now back to chasing starlings away from my bird feeder. Naughty buggers are very persistent this year! The migration came earlier and is staying later than usual.
Everyone stay dry!
