Same Old Same Old.

View from the barn this morning.

Another day in paradise.  The only thing different from THIS rainy morning was the added excitement of a thunderstorm.   Cookie is glued to his little storm nook and Bernie is in her crate, panting up a storm of her own.

This morning also found Acacia stuck again, in the same place.  I was going to dub her the stupid lamb, but then I figured I was just as stupid for leaving the access there, thinking that she'd learned her lesson.  It is now blocked.  I did find out that the hot wire I ran is hot.  Zzzzzt!  When Flora came out of the hoop house, she came out with a limp - in her right front leg.  Sigh.  I am wondering if these injuries are being caused because the ground is so very wet and soggy and uneven now.  I put their hay in the hoop houses, with the hope that Flora will be able to just stay in there and not move around.  These various injuries seem to heal fast with rest. 

I was going to take pictures of the new and improved goat area this morning.  The picture above is about as good as it's going to get today.  I finally got the timer going in the barn, so there will be light in the evening for the little stinkers.  And the big stinker who has to find her way out there to close them up in the evening.

My thoughts this morning are for the people south of us who have been getting inundated with inches of rain - on top of all the damage done by two tropical storms and a very wet summer, too.  I pray that they are safe and that this latest deluge doesn't add too much to their troubles.  I sure wish I could send it to Texas and Oklahoma where it's needed.

Fall camouflage.

With the gloomy morning and fallen leaves, I was taken with how well some of the hens (and little Puff, the duck) blended in with their environment.  The Welsummers, Goldie Hawn and Veronica Lake, the Spotted Sussex, Dorothy Gale, and little Puff should be safe from hawks.  Big Daddy Kees was tucked dryly in the coop.  My oldest hen, Lucy, is having a tough time of it.  She seems to be headed downhill.  If I remember correctly, she would be about 7 years old, maybe 8.  That's a long life for a hen, but it's hard to see her on her way out.  She has moments of perkiness, but they are becoming few and far between.  Getting old is hell.  On that dreary note, I am off for my fourth cup of coffee.