It's wet. It's been raining for two days now; yesterday was slow and gentle; today it's ramped up - it's much heavier and the wind is building. There'll be no painting today. Might be a good opportunity to finally get the 2012 tax finished. Maybe.
100mm at the farm since it started is great news (94mm of it since 9am yesterday). I can check the rainfall on the internet as the farm has a BOM registered weather station. Gibbo is constantly asking for updates. We moved the wagyu herd (and the 3 charolais) yesterday by standing at the gate and calling them. The charolais cow remembers from the old farm what calling means; she just walked straight through the gate and the 40 wagyu cows and about 25 little wagyu calves all followed; in the end they were all kicking up their heels as they ran into the new paddock. I lost count of all the calves.
There's been big rain all around us and further afield; towns have flooded and mini tornadoes have wreaked havoc.
Silkes are not particularly bright. Small brains I think. They sleep right up against the gate and get wet. I didn't let anyone out today; it's lock-up kind of weather. Even Thelma and Louise, the two little black silkies that I nursed back to health, are still in their pen. They won't be happy.
Poofy's hair is a nice length now.
Just right for shaking all the water off.
He spent last night inside, dry. Now he's been out and done the rounds to check everything is in order he's too wet to come inside.
My little old english game trio got an extra layer of protection this morning.