Donna made this picture of the big dry pond. The pond has never been this dry. The beautiful green grass should be water half way up to the top. Deann had put fish in this pond in the spring and again they are all gone. We need days of a slow steady rain to get back where we should be. All the wild animals are suffering, they have no water to drink.
I took Cocoa and Zen on a walk in the pasture and around on top. It was quite an experience. Zen was really good and stayed right with me but little coward Cocoa took off and would only run back when something scared her. By the time we got back Cocoa had so many burrs imbedded in her fur it took me an hour to get her cleaned up.
After giving Cocoa a bath she just lay and gave me "the look" of "you did it again". She was not happy for about an hour and then she decided she had rather play than be mad. She is a very different little dog than my little laid back Tamar was.
Tank, Zen and Deann do the evening chores. Deann is working on teaching Zen to be a farm dog. She is learning about chickens, goats, geese and how to behave around them. She is doing good. But most of the time its just fun to roll and play tug of the old sock with Cocoa.
Deann's mom, Wilma Hopkins passed away on Thursday August 23rd, 2012. It's an emotionally tough weekend. Deann would call her mom every Sunday to report on the goats and other farm doings. Wilma will be missed.
A couple of days ago Donna caught this spectacular sunset from the top of the hill.
Deann let the hen and her bunch of chicks she hatched out and showed up with, out of the pen to explore the farm on Sunday and she brought them over to meet the cat. It turned out good, the cat didn't jump and grab one and eat it. A very brave move on the Mama's part.
After I went to bed last night I got up later to get something to drink and when I came back Cinderpelt and Scribble were all snuggled up and asleep. Scribble had his arm across Cinders neck and she raised her head when I was making the picture and started purring, Scribble never moved. I didn't have the heart to make them get down.
Every year on the fence by the back gate a Morning Glory plant grows and blooms. They are such a beautiful shade of blue and bloom when most everything else is done I always leave them. Especially this year when it's been a struggle to keep anything growing.
Came home from work exhausted and needing some peace and quiet. Doodle and I went out on the front deck and just sat and watched and listened. It was a beautiful mild evening.