The rain fell all morning, steady and hard. By noon, we had over half an inch. We fed the mares in their run in and Brett got hay set up in the barn stalls for Flash and Mufasa. When Mufasa saw me coming with my rain jacket hood up and pulled tight around my face, his head flew up and he backed away. Brett handed me Flash's lead -- Flash didn't even notice my hood.
Despite wearing a rain jacket and rain pants, the rain soaked through to my sweatshirt. I hung the wet sweatshirt with the other one, in front of the wood stove, and put on number three.
Mid-afternoon the rain took a break. Lucy came out, rolled in the mud and trotted over to the fence to see me. Then she noticed Flash who had heard her trotting and was standing with his head over the run-out fence, his ears pricked towards her. They looked at each other for awhile and then Flash went back inside the barn to finish his lunch.
In the early evening, just before starting chores, Brett looked outside and noticed that Whiskey and Cowboy were out again. I rounded them up, bribing them with Cheerios. Lucy had her head over the fence expecting to share the treats.
Brett staked the bottom of the fence down, it was loose by the water trough -- just enough to let the little black goats slip through. He reinforced another small gap while the goats, Pistol and Lucy watched.
Lucy expected attention. Lucy always expects attention.
We finished up the chores and headed back to the warmth of the house.