Daily observations of my simple life.

Weather:

I'm always amazed at the weather here. It's monsoon time and the news said big storm was coming. Outside it was hot but pleasant, no storm in sight. An hour later, what a difference, lightning and thunder, rain begins. Forwarned but unprepared I see a hen trying to get back in the chicken house and I think of the chicks I have put out in an old bathtub full of dirt.  I'm watching the lost dog out in the horse pasture looking anxious as the thunder rumbles and lightning strikes. She has made her home by the water trough in an old packing crate where Luchia, my peahen and her chicks lived last year. Yes, I now feed her and she continues to look longingly at me like, " be my friend".  I feel sad for her because I see she is afraid and anxious but we are only getting acquainted so I let the sadness be.  I think about the chicks and decide an old ice chest set on it's side in the bathtub will provide shelter from the storm for them and head out the door just as the rain pelts down. Soon soaked to the skin I grab the ice chest and cross the now muddy field to set up the shelter for the chicks. I open the chicken house door and let the hen in.  All secured, I head back for the house now dripping  and look out at the pasture at Sage and Cheriki.  Nothing I can do for them, they can choose shelter but seldom do, prefering to stand against the rain in the field. The lost dog is now in her crate house hiding from the rain.

Inside the house the lights go off , lighting strikes close and thunder makes me jump,Manna is under my bed. Rain pelts down with huge drops and the property looks like a lake.  Still after dark the lighting lights up the courtyard and rain drowns the earth. I dream of drowned chicks, and scared dogs and horses and burros who should be locked in a secure barn through storms, in a restless sleep. 

Next morning wet and clear I go out to view the surroundings.  Glad for the rain, the trees look happy, I walk to check the chicks sure they may have drowned but they are happy and comfortable in their icechest shelter. All is fine and the dog survived. I took her some milk bones and spoke to her, she looks up at me with sad and longing eyes. I am touched sure now that she must have been dropped off in the desert by some uncaring owner and wondering if the pups died. She is not pretty but she is polite and when frightened tucks her tail between her legs but she actually smiled at me and wagged her tail yesterday and when I went into the garage to feed the cats she followed me. My dog Manna is not welcoming her and she politely does not challenge but I can see in her eyes she wants a human friend.

Sage and Cheriki call me and we do hugs and scratches and I go in for carrots. The storm is past and all is quiet and cool again. 

Posted by: cactusandquail at 15:57 | link | comments (2)

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#1  30 July 2006 - 23:25

 

That poor pup, i'm glad she found you. Thats just heartbreaking.

We've been getting monster monsoons. Had our roof recoated last summer and are waiting for the leaks but its holding up. i do have a big icechest to get into the day it doesnt.

rustymadgal

#2  31 July 2006 - 04:06

 

New chick shelter, extra large icechest. Grin

cactusandquail

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