"It's raining, it's pouring; the old man is snoring...." How he continues to sleep in this howling wind, I don't know. It wasn't the wind that woke me this morning, however. Frank and Pearl circled the bed in the dark, both complaining loudly and telling me they wanted out. I mumbled something about the weather and refused to get up at four a.m. They, on the other hand, refused to give up and so we were out in the kitchen at five. I let the little whiners out the kitchen door onto the deck. They took three steps outside, turned around, came back in and decided to use their indoor facilities, a luxury Bess won't have when she finally gets out of bed. She, like an old man, is snoring behind me even now. Now the cats are complaining again; they hate to admit I'm right.
Yesterday would have been the perfect time to make a quick trip to town to replenish a few supplies. Rain spit periodically and there were brief gusts of wind. The goats were quiet and well behaved. The chickens were able to leave their houses, joined by the turkeys who had been under deep cover the day before. Unfortunately, by the time Propane Gal came to remove an old, unsafe tank and relight pilot lights there wasn't enough daylight left to make it to town and back before dark.
That window of opportunity slammed shut. Nature was taking a bit of a break to gather her forces and come back today stronger than before. Wind is beating rain against the glass like shotgun pellets and screaming with success. This is going to be one of those days when I'll wish I were raising hamsters and not goats.