We're home from a wonderful visit with Mark's family in Ohio. As usual, I'm thrilled to be home, even though coming home to the farm is never easy.
We carefully picked warm nights to be gone, but we didn't think to check whether the warmth also equated to rain. It did. When we got home with two big boxes of frozen food, we found that the creek was nearly up to the footbridge --- definitely too high to drive the golf cart across. So instead we filled backpacks and braved the footbridge, slipping and sliding all the way home.
Luckily, everything else seems to have gone according to plan. The chickens still had plenty of water in their Avian Aqua Misers, though one set had scratched up the earth under their tractor into a mass of mud. Huckleberry seems to have caught a cold, sniffling and whining around the house, but after half a can of tuna he curled up to go to sleep. Lucy ran out to meet us, overjoyed as always by her adventures.