As happens so often, I wonder what the animals are thinking. Lately, I've "heard" the goats and chickens saying "How does she know?" when I leave the gate to the play yard open or shut the door to the coop and it's not raining. I don't tell them that I watch the weather reports on TV and the phone app and know we're in for rain later in the day. I prefer to keep the illusion that I'm omniscient. I'm hoping no one gives away my secrets.
It is the same as when the Kids were little. As long as I could hear them upstairs talking and/or laughing and/or crying, all was well (maybe not the crying). When they all went quiet at the same time, I'd holler, "Whatever you're doing, stop it right now!" And then I would hear whispering, "How does she know?" For a short time when the Kids were still gullible, I told them I was a Twilo and had eyes in the back of my head. (That's from a very old 1963 Dick Van Dyke Show episode.) Hey, when you're outnumbered by two- or four-legged kids, you've got to have every edge you can get.
Heavy, heavy overcast this morning and heavy, heavy winds are buffeting the house now. The girls won't be asking how I know to leave their gate open today.