A week or so of on-and-off rain has once again turned out backyard poultry plot (known grandly as The Meadow although not a blade of grass graces it) into something resembling a buffalo wallow. We know this because, here at the Union Homestead Prep School and Home for Colourful Thinkers, we are currently working our way through the Laura Ingalls Wilder books and her repeated reference to them prompted a google search.
Most of The Meadow residents take this very much in their stride as long as there’s plenty of dry perches and cosy hideouts available and we keep the greens coming.
The same can not be said for Miss Jolene. As one who usually stomps around the paddock with the precision, purpose, prowess and pomp of a dedicated line dancer with Billy Ray Cyrus on the jukebox, our very own boot scootin’ lady is not enjoying the havoc all this mud is playing with her fancy, feathered finery.
We can almost hear Dolly Parton crowing with delight, her man is surely safe for now.