Living out here on the plains, the one incredible thing you get to see are the storms develop and then move in. Last night we had some incredible storms (think Wizard of Oz) blow in. There were flash flood warnings, tornado Warnings, hail and thunderstorm warnings, and all manner of deluges. We watched the storms build to the west, come overhead, dump buckets of rain, and then move off to Oklahoma, Kansas and Nebraska.
All is well though. The next morning, of course, it was quite muddy. We got up to go check on the chickens who are now inhabiting the coop. Basil is not allowed in there for obvious reasons and was somewhat jealous of us spending all kinds of time in there. I had to hang the nesting boxes and we have one who has a hurt foot that we have been obsessing over.
Evidently said puppy child decided that if she wasn’t going to be given the attention that all princesses evidently deserve, that she was going to find her own fun. The fun…… was a mud puddle. She might be a dumb blond in real life, but today she was a horse of a decidedly different color. Spent the morning showering her off.