itsmecindi
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I knew it was coming when I had to turn on the light to see the keyboard, so I went for a look-see and there it was. Off to the South.
Forks of lightning sending feelers out in all directions up, down, sideways, the only light in an otherwise black sky, a massive sheet of rain skirted by dirty looking clouds, bending the trees as it came stomping across the pasture then the first pat pat of the raindrops hitting the roof.
The wind blowing hard enough that the curtains twitch a bit even though the windows are closed tightly. Rocky the hapless steer running full out for shelter, the ducks, their necks extended, eyeing the heavens waiting for the inevitable puddles to form so they'll have something to do.
Havoc the cat up on top of the deep freeze on the back porch, the only place the wind can't send drops of water to wet his fur. The chickens...still doing their chicken thing, completely oblivious.
Now comes the thunder shaking the glass in the window panes, making me wish it had colors so I could see it. Wonder what color thunder would be....royal blue? Crimson red? Thunder exploding like fireworks with each crash would compensate for hours stuck inside.
Having just come from the pig pasture not ten minutes before where I have two sows lying on their sides, panting heavily, undisturbed and unperturbed as I walked between them and tested the location of the little piglets under the skin with the palm of my hand, finding them lined up waiting for freedom and they seemed to be crowding toward the exits, lots of wriggling going on, said exits swollen and angry looking, mommas seeming to be lost in a quiet world, maybe labor, maybe just preperation, and my only real thought through all this is please....let the storm be short....and please let the labor be long.....I can't think of a worse time to have thirty piglets come into the world.
My request granted, the clouds opened up and wrung themselves out over our little corner of the world, and then began to ease off to the north and I grinned. No kneeling in a puddle for me, with rain beating down on me juggling piglets.
A relieved sigh. I come back to the computer three hours later, one eye on the window that looks out on the pregnant moms, and tick tick tick away, and suddenly it dawns on me that it is getting dark again, so I went for a look-see and there it was. Off to the South. Forks of lightning sending feelers out in all directions up, down, sideways, the only light in an otherwise black sky......another sigh. I'm going to get wet before it's over, I am resigned to that fact, and if I don't miss my guess, it's probably going to be some time in the middle of the night. Lord grant me the strength to get through farrowing season. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
Forks of lightning sending feelers out in all directions up, down, sideways, the only light in an otherwise black sky, a massive sheet of rain skirted by dirty looking clouds, bending the trees as it came stomping across the pasture then the first pat pat of the raindrops hitting the roof.
The wind blowing hard enough that the curtains twitch a bit even though the windows are closed tightly. Rocky the hapless steer running full out for shelter, the ducks, their necks extended, eyeing the heavens waiting for the inevitable puddles to form so they'll have something to do.
Havoc the cat up on top of the deep freeze on the back porch, the only place the wind can't send drops of water to wet his fur. The chickens...still doing their chicken thing, completely oblivious.
Now comes the thunder shaking the glass in the window panes, making me wish it had colors so I could see it. Wonder what color thunder would be....royal blue? Crimson red? Thunder exploding like fireworks with each crash would compensate for hours stuck inside.
Having just come from the pig pasture not ten minutes before where I have two sows lying on their sides, panting heavily, undisturbed and unperturbed as I walked between them and tested the location of the little piglets under the skin with the palm of my hand, finding them lined up waiting for freedom and they seemed to be crowding toward the exits, lots of wriggling going on, said exits swollen and angry looking, mommas seeming to be lost in a quiet world, maybe labor, maybe just preperation, and my only real thought through all this is please....let the storm be short....and please let the labor be long.....I can't think of a worse time to have thirty piglets come into the world.
My request granted, the clouds opened up and wrung themselves out over our little corner of the world, and then began to ease off to the north and I grinned. No kneeling in a puddle for me, with rain beating down on me juggling piglets.
A relieved sigh. I come back to the computer three hours later, one eye on the window that looks out on the pregnant moms, and tick tick tick away, and suddenly it dawns on me that it is getting dark again, so I went for a look-see and there it was. Off to the South. Forks of lightning sending feelers out in all directions up, down, sideways, the only light in an otherwise black sky......another sigh. I'm going to get wet before it's over, I am resigned to that fact, and if I don't miss my guess, it's probably going to be some time in the middle of the night. Lord grant me the strength to get through farrowing season. /forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif
