Before going to bed last night I could hear thunder so I unplugged the things that matter to me . . longarm, Bernina, laptop! When the thunder woke me up about 2 a.m., at least I didn’t have to jump out of bed, run downstairs and unplug everything. But the rain . . it has rained and rained and rained!
Without my rubber boots, I’d be up a creek! Wait . . I feel like I’m in the middle of a creek! There’s water everywhere! And moles (must be HUGE moles) have made the biggest mess in our back yard. With all the water, their “tunnels” have washed out and I about break my neck trying to walk back there.
My poor chickens . . I think they may need floaties!
“Hey! What about us? We could use some of those rubber boots too!”
They can go inside the coop. It’s nice and dry in there but they might miss something and . . they’re not so smart so they probably haven’t even thought about it being dry inside the coop. Well, I am smarter than the chickens and I hope they appreciate that I’ve been drenched to the bone at least three times today trying to make sure they’re faring as well as possible. We (YOU, Vince!) have to come up with a better plan for keeping their food dry!