Overload of rain, day after day.
The land can only hold so much. Then dams begin to bust.
Where are the damned beavers when you need then. Mayday, mayday!
This breach in the dam went all the way through underground.
Three tractor and trailer loads of rock later. All rocks hand placed.
Concrete hand mixed.
Had to work fast that weekend, only a day and a half of clear weather before the rain was to start again.
Brought the dogs down to show them what Mum had done. Dax is in awe, the others are totally unimpressed.
Even through the rain, I've tried to keep up with their daily runs. The trails are a soupy mess in some sections.
The look of "where did you get your driver's license!".
Dax is like a five year old, mud is his milieu of choice. Every day...
It's a reward after a day at work.
When the weather is too foul...
...and we can't run.
All Hell breaks loose. High strung hunting dogs cooped up all day is a recipe for destruction.
Mostly this one. Micah is still in puppy stage. He tries to be good, but it's so hard.
Sitting by the fire, like Garrett, isn't his bag.
And have I ever been using the fireplace because not only has it been rainy, but it has been bitterly cold.
Horse jackets all around.
Must keep those big babies warm and dry.
The pools of water in the pastures were turning their hooves into Jell-o, so I started keeping them up in their stalls day and night until their feet hardened up again.
Life with 1000 lb puppies.
Keeping these pooping machines in stalls equals a lot of work though.
Worth it.
Buckets of warm water dragged around every morning for offerings.
Equally worth it. No one colicked, no one went hypothermic, no messed up hooves.
I'm not satisfied with the concept of surviving. That's what Neanderthals did. Thriving is where it's at. That's my goal.
Besides, if you think I'm nuts, then you ought to meet some of the company I keep. My neighbor brought her horse in the house.
End of story.
