My Blaisie-Lamb is a funny little thing. She demands fresh water with baaAAAs that belie her petite frame, and when I carry in the bucket, I have trouble getting past her to set it down.
Oreo is also funny about water. I keep a water dish filled for her, but when I'm filling sheep buckets, she rushes in to drink from them – or the overflow, as seen below – like she's dying of thirst.
We have to be diligent about checking the horses' water tanks; they are draining them faster than usual. And I am constantly watering vegetation somewhere on the place, trying to keep the garden growing and the shrubs and flowers alive. No doubt about it; it's been a dry summer!
This morning we awoke to showers. It ended before the earth's thirst was quenched, but it did settle the dust and firm up the arena footing, a blessing for Lance's reconditioning rides. It is supposed to warm up and dry out again for another week, and then real fall weather is predicted. Instead of continually dragging hoses I'll be wiping muddy paws; the garden will soon look bedraggled but the pastures will look like emeralds.
Speaking of jewels, I've been finding them hiding here and there lately. Topaz, anyone?
How about rubies? ;-)
That's it for now from . . .