We've had so many dry years, I'm happy it's raining. Last time I looked at the rain gauge it registered an inch and a half (starting yesterday evening) and it's still raining.
Oh, there are drawbacks to storms. We depend on DishTV for our television programming, and right now I have no TV. I got soaked putting the heifer, Secret, in the barn. I weaned her a couple of weeks ago, and she's eating some four pounds of calf starter daily. But because she's a Jersey (possibly a mini-Jersey) she is small.
Mini-Jerseys are simply a small version of Jersey cattle, and Secret's grandma was a mini. Although I wouldn't pay extra for a Jersey cow just because she is freakishly small, they are worth a small fortune; sort of a fad.
Anyhow, I don't intend to leave her out to serve as dog food for the marauding packs of dogs around here.
The vet, on his visit here last week, warned me that Blue might eat more, and get more benefit from his food, with his teeth fixed. He suggested I watch closely for grass founder. With all the rain, and at this time of year, the grass is going to grow like crazy.
So I'm keeping poor Blue up in a dry lot for eighteen to twenty hours a day. My last horse foundered. Once the damage is done, there's no fixing it. It would break my heart to see it happen to Blue.
The frame of the trampoline was damaged beyond repair; the renter, Vicki, offered us a perfectly good frame because the fabric of theirs was damaged. It was a generous offer, but it would have taken Cliff all morning to fix it, and the granddaughters really haven't been playing on it that much. So Cliff and Vicki gave the next-door twins their trampoline parts, and the boys made a good one out of the mess.
And that's the evening report.