The day dawned as if it were going to clear.
But by the time I left for work, fog was rolling in.
During the day, it cleared, got cloudy, cleared, and then another storm rolled in and it rained again.
When we got home, we did chores.
Men, stop reading here.
I seriously need a new bra.
So after we ate dinner, I walked down (squelched down) into the pasture to see what was going on down there. The Spehar's ponds are out of their banks.
If you look to the left, the nearest pond has flooded up onto the banks. Biggify it and you will see. It looks like Mr. Spehar has been excavating down there trying to make a place for the water to run into. (out of camera view to the left) You can JUST see Mr. Spehar's garden at the foot of our hill... the dark area is tilled and his stakes are up at the left... the white sticks you see.
So, I wandered over to the left, the north, to look at the pond in the calves' pasture, also out of it's banks.
I know the Spehars are watching that the calves don't get stuck in the mud. Our pasture was very bad....and I noticed that the llamas have been sticking to the highest ground for their paths.
I also noticed that I was going to have to get the pasture brush-hogged (aka bush-hogged) before I can start mowing it... the grass is growing that fast.
As I turned to go, I heard a sound that made me laugh out loud.
I turned around, and this is what I saw:
Uh-huh. They didn't go very far.