Tip, Phoenix, and Clyde are fortunate enough to be inside with Ian, Shelby and myself. We can escape the damp air and the muddy ground by being inside. The other animals on the farm have to endure it. Everyone has shelter, but who wants to stand in a shelter for four days? Especially if your used to going out and taking a stroll around the back half. Goats hate getting wet, so the only time they come out from their house is when its not raining. I haven't seen a whole lot of those two needless to say. The horse hates being wet but insists on standing out in the rain. I still don't understand that. The pigs stay in their house, in their bed of wheat straw. The only time pigs like to be wet is in the summer when its hot. The emus don't seem to mind too much. Their feathers have a waterproof seal so underneath the main feathers they are dry. For four days this has gone on. There is only so much you can do, and then you just have to suck it up and endure it. I have put down so much wheat straw just to walk out around the chickens.
Don't tell me you can't see they misery in these faces. LOOK into their eyes, see their discomfort and unhappiness. The animals mood is affected just as much as mine. This makes me even sadder that they are miserable. What can I do?
The one thing no one can control...is the weather. It is what it is. The only thing we can do is sit and wait it out until the sun shines again and dries up some of our mud.
Here are some pictures I just took of what it has been like here for us. I know others have terrible snow blizzards, others have their plight, but I am just not used to this day after day.
BuckBuck and Babe come to me with pleading eyes. BuckBuck seems to be asking when this dreary weather end.
Blue on the left and Bubba on the right...hanging out on the pool deck to escape the mud, looking in through the screen. They seem to be asking me to make it all better.
Goatmans hair is ruined in this weather, he just gives up and stands there in the rain.
Just look at the ground beneath their little chicken feet. Even with all the wheat straw I throw out it quickly is soaked into the muddy ground.
As I walk around to the gate to take the pictures of my layer hens Blue and Bubba follow me around to this side of the deck. Bubba closes his eyes, hunching up against the blowing drizzle saturating his feathers...just trying to get through it all. LOOK. LOOK into their faces, my poor babies. At least the weather is mild right now. It has been in the sixties. That will soon end though. On Monday winter will make a return.
Looking out to the right, straight out, and to the left from my front porch. This has been the scene for four days now. I will still take it over the city life any day though. A bad day in the country is still better than a good day in the city for me.
So all you folks that are enjoying the sunshine, enjoy a ray for me and my animals today. I do miss the sun desperately, as do they.