Not all here at Farview are as pleased as I to have the rain. Nothing looks quite as pitiful as a goat huddled up against the barn wall outside with water dripping on her head. I'm not as sympathetic as I might be because I left the play yard gate open and there are any number of other places the girls can go under cover. The turkeys must be holed up somewhere in the woods; not one came for a handout yesterday, morning or evening. Even the mice in the milking room were fewer in number. Some of the regulars were lapping up milk and eating cereal, but I imagine most stayed in their diaper wipe-lined nests, pulling the covers up over their heads. Only the little birds went about their business on a wet and dark day.
It is just first light this morning. Hunger has overcome discomfort because I hear a flock of turkeys hurrying each other along as they come up the drive. It is still raining, a good, steady rain, and a pretty stiff wind is kicking. I hope there are leftovers from yesterday under the oak for them. I'm not ready to go outside yet. I want to get the fire going before leaving the house. Bessie Anne is behind me on the bed, wrapped up under cover.