We are finally seeing rain here. Over the winter we managed to get enough rain, little snow, but enough rain to go from extreme drought to severe drought conditions. Yesterday it managed to rain all day, granting us over an inch of the wet stuff. Cool, wonderful, glorious, large white rain fell from the darkened skies and we still had to move a bale out to the fields for the cattle. I discovered that my face is like the incredible hulk, though husband says it's my second chin. But in the heavy rain we managed to get that bale rolled off the trailor into the back of the truck, with nary an accident. My face can lift 400 lbs by itself. Of course everything was flooding.
Husband has been working on the zombie moat, as the children and I have taken up calling it. Some of you remember my chatting about how we get everyone's flood waters on our land.

I know, the picture is a bit dark. But that's about an acre of land waist high under water. Husband and his new best friend the box blade, have been digging the zombie moat, and it seems to be working

We already caught two zombies in it, a medium sized and a small one. ( pic is of the same general area in both photos)
I digress, turns out all the displacement of the missing soil causes the barn area to flood now. We still have a lot of work to do, figuring out how to displace all that water.
Speaking of cattle, we spent the summer feeding the cows a supplement to keep them from going off their feed in the extreme heat, then kept them on it through the winter to help with the warmth as the bales we had been finding were below par, until we found the milo. Now they are all spoiled brats and feel they are entitled to a treat every freakin time they see me. Urth and all the calves are really bad about it. So I have to retrain everyone. Treats are only for milking! Until they understand that, the neighbors are going to have to put up with the demanding mooing that can be heard 3 states over.






























