I wrote this on Monday, but time is getting away from me. Still, I wanted to get it on record. :)
DH was out the door by 4:30 this morning and he dumped an inch from the rain gauge. When I peeked out, I heard the gorgeous sound of frogs...lots and lots of frogs...errr...toads. I call it a froggy serenade and posted about it here. That was back in July 2009, and I do believe that may have been the last time we heard it. That lovely sound means we have tank water!
We're excited about our inch. DH is hauling cattle to the sale barn this morning, but this afternoon we'll get around while we feed and see what the storm brought on other parts of the ranch. They were going to sort in the Petty Pens, but they were under water so they hauled the cattle to our pens at headquarters. What a great problem to have!
My old trusty pal and I went on a walkabout before 6 this morning.
We had places to explore:
Gus is our 15 yr old cow dog and he's a great companion who has earned his retirement:
Splashing in a waterhole is pretty much the perfect way to start the day:
We stumbled upon this little nest of eggs:
They are Kildeer eggs:
The rain paints such pretty patterns in the sand:
This shot looks like it's upside down, but it's not. It's just reflections in the water:
I flipped it and now it's upside down:
These muddy puddles may not be blog worthy for many of you, but for us, well, I can't think of a prettier picture:
It doesn't take long for this country to green up, but it will take more rain for it to recover from the extreme 3 years of drought we've had.
But right now, this particular rain came fast and hard and it filled most of our dirt tanks! Some are more full than others, and some are overflowing! All but 2 were dry before this rain so you can bet we're breathing a little easier
This inch is a far cry from ending the drought, but it is our saving grace. Praise God and thank you for all of your prayers. Keep 'em coming!
As for me, as much as I hate to, I've got to make a trip into town this afternoon. We're working cattle on Tues and Thurs and it might behoove me to have something other than bread to serve them.
I'm whipping up a batch of our boy's favorite cookies this morning and sending him a package when I go to town. I figure you're never too old for care packages from home. Gosh, I miss those kids!
I imagine there will be lots of happy faces on the farmer's and ranchers in town today as well as at my dining room table at 4 am tomorrow morning. I can't wait to see those muddy boots walk through my door!