No Relief

"Between the rock and the hard place" or "Between the devil and the deep blue sea."  Take your pick.  The morning sky in the east looked promising for a cooler day yesterday.  It did drop a few degrees, but replaced the higher numbers with high humidity and I really don't know which was worse, and no rain fell at all.  The day before I had skipped cleaning the stalls in the barn; the heat had really gotten to me and I figured the girls could stand one night in a poopy room and that was better than me falling over in a froth.  One night yes, two nights no, so like it or not the stalls got cleaned yesterday.  I feel so bad for the goats when I clean their udders with a frigid wipe in winter, but was envious yesterday as I cooled them with those damp cloths.

Ohmigosh!  I'm used to being watched.  It's no surprise anymore to look out the window when I'm at the computer and find a flock of turkeys peeping in.  However, hearing a very noisy bird on the deck rail now and looking out to find a quail was a big surprise.  They are such shy birds that seeing them running in single file on the ground is a treat.  One noisy quail by its lonesome out in the open was almost shocking.  Just goes to show, I never know what I'll see here.

Ordinarily I dislike a trip to town.  I've got to make that run today and I'm actually looking forward to a ride in the air-conditioned truck.  It may be the only relief in sight.