When it Rains...

Rainy day. We need a new roof. Today there is a muck bucket in the living room. We decided the bucket we were using might be too small, so I brought the muck bucket from the barn into the house this morning. Irene was fascinated by it, jumping right into it. I'm sure she'll smell like a horse by the time we get home.

Everybody is in today. The temperature is mild, humid. Last Friday evening there was an earth worm, soggy, in the parking lot. This is a sure sign that Spring has arrived. I don't hear the Peepers just yet, but the Power Lines are singing!

I took the coats off the big boys, Tom opened the Dutch door tops and the big sliding doors to the barn. Extra hay, extra water. Not looking forward to a muck bucket full of water from the living room ceiling. At least this is not over the bed. As you might recall, our bed is in the living room because the three bedrooms are still not ready for occupation.

On Sunday afternoon we hung pictures. Not all of them, but lots. Still startling to see the pictures up when I walk into the house. I'm worse than the spookiest horse when it comes to change. I'll eventually get over it, but takes time.

KC now has the habit of trying to walk out his stall door into the aisle. He can't physically do this because the manure spreader is parked almost against his stall wall. He wants to visit the tractor, also parked in the aisle. He sees it from his stall and wants to sniff or lip it.

Irene has taken to launching herself, from a good distance and height, at April in a sort of 'drive-by' maneuver. April, always the brilliant, clever girl, seems completely clueless that it is going to happen and dumbfounded when it does. Irene is long gone, banking off the wall or stairs and out of sight. Irene really enjoys her super powers.