You know me. I love the rain. And lots of it.
The goats don't like the rain though.
They are picky little creatures. About the rain and kitchen scraps. I thought I could feed them my scraps but they turn their noses up at most what I throw over the fence. Thank God I have the chickens. They are gabage disposals and for that, they give me amazing eggs to eat.
T made the goats a better house. They would kiss him on the lips if they could. They love it. Especially in the rain.
This pasture will be beautiful when it hasn't been raining for 2 months and is still lush and green. Good for the cows. Oh, well, beautiful now. Rivers of rain.
This is one of the few things I don't like about the rain. Soaked to the skin collies. It makes me a bit cranky. Like, my dog yard is not ideal. The punkies can go in the garage or under the big shelter, but nooooooooo..........they have to stand by the bedroom slider looking in. So, needless to say, there are a lot of dogs in the bedroom......even though I am cranky about wet dogs it's a good excuse to have a bunch in the bedroom at once. So, rain ultimately is always good in my book.