|The weather at our daughter's minifarm.|
|(Picture: Barb Cabot www.followbarbsbliss#blogspot.com)|
I think the animals have had enough. A cold rain has fallen for days now, and as tolerant as the alpacas usually are, they are not now. They are staying in the barn and venturing out to the mud and water only to use the dung pile. The dogs, are staying in the kennel, and not venturing to the outdoor areas. The two who are on assignment and have rotated out of the kennel, and staying in their outdoor houses with the overhang for the most part. The cat who believes she owns one of the outbuildings is not venturing beyond it. One elderly rooster who has been in retirement, passed quietly this week. The others are holding on. The hens are smart enough to remain inside their house, and we have worked hard to make sure that there is plenty of clean water for them to drink. Interestingly, even the ducks are sick of this weather ! The Khaki Campbells are staying in the favored duck house positions. The Silky Swedes have been the most adventurous, and Mallard Fillmore and his family are reticent about leaving their house even to eat.
I would warn them that the weather report is 5-7 inches of snow later today, and that all the schools are going to be closed, but I think they already know. I am one of the few creatures here on the farm who needs weather interpretation services by professionals. The animals just know.
In the house above the computer, the driving rain is very loud as heard from the skylight. The natural light which is so nice to have on sunny days, is cold and seems drafty on days like this one.
I would love to share with them my concerns about gun control, and the stupidity of restricting the number of rounds in a magazine, but they don't care. They know I will do whatever I need to, and whatever I can to keep them safe during their time here on Earth, and beyond that, they don't much care. It's not that they are naive or uninformed, it's that sometimes, they have more faith in man than they should. The animals have seen my best, and my most courageous. I sit wondering in the midst of asthma this week whether there is much of "my best" left.
With so much of the days light muted, there have been very few eggs lately. I wonder if I have enough to make a couple of broccoli and cheddar quiches for dinner ?