Thunder and Hail and Rain...

From Jim: The weather has been right down miserable. Lots of wind and light misty stuff interrupted by Biblical downpours with hail to boot. The herd is not amused. The tractor now swims through the turnouts at feeding time, the tire ruts left full of water. The mud sucks the rubber boots right off your feet. The horses are pretty sure it's our fault and it if isn't, we should fix it anyway. The only answer that seems acceptable is lots of food. Moving quickly is out of the question, but that's also unacceptable. We're sure a constant source of disappointment. Laz got his cast off today. He has his foot back, but he's not ready to use it. The Doc said it might take a few weeks for him to get back to fully using his leg. He's been a good boy throughout the long process of healing up from this severe injury. Nice to see him without the encumbrance. Our TV died. I suspect it was a case of fatal boredom, complicated by ongoing mindlessness and "reality" syndrome. Might be it voted itself off the island. Anyway the search is on for a replacement. It might take awhile as the peace and quiet seems habit forming. Donna's off to Denver in the morning to see our new grandchild. I will carry on with the never ending task of failing to meet the herd's expectations. I'll take some extra time to love on em. I can never replace the "food horse", but I maybe can get "fill-in" status. Thanks again to the great folks that sent along donations. I'll use some of them this Saturday to pay for another load of hay.