After a summer of devastating drought, we're finally getting rain. One hundred miles to the north, they've had adequate rain, while we'd get 1/4 inch, or 1/2 inch, every couple of weeks. Our pasture not only stopped growing, but had turned brown and dead. This county, along with several others, has been declared a disaster area for farmers.
Yesterday morning there was an inch and a half in the guage, and who knows... we may end up with that much today. Up north, they're getting five inches to our one, but I won't complain. At least, finally, there's enough moisture to matter around here.
Because of the dry conditions and lack of pasture, the neighbor's mare, Snickers, and her little girl will be moving down south. I'll miss the baby; so will Blue, her main sidekick. Snickers is a bully to the other horses and has an attitude toward people, so neither we nor our other pasture renters will miss her.