It's raining...it's pouring...

It's true it's raining, it's pouring...it's simply NOT stopping in my little corner of the world.

And, all the rain...well, it just makes for one adventure after another  :D

To begin with this morning my little hand-pulled hay cart got STUCK in the Mud & Muck..,.and while trying to pull it out...I nearly got stuck, fell, and almost lost a muck boot..

Yesterday the hay man came and brought us some hay for our 3 Mama cows at home...well, it was terribly windy, and so I thought I'd just wait to cover it up until today.....somehow with all the feeding hoopla this morning I forgot..and wouldn't you know it...the rain started again before I got home from work....

Then, one of our horses had cut it's leg when the cold freeze hit, and we've been doctoring it...yesterday however, this nasty thing called "proud fresh" started protruding out  :(  So, tonight, we had to rewrap her wound &, give her a nice dose of penicillin  Thankfully, my Mr. was home  :)  But, in case I haven't mentioned it before...I'm really NOT a horse girl...oh, I can feed them, halter them, vaccinate them if I have too....but, it's definitely NOT my thing...and truth be told...I'm a little scared of them.  (all except one...our Trixie, who is probably almosts 25 years old!  She's just an easy keeper, takes shots well, is easy to catch,  leads wherever you take her...you know...she's like a big pet!!!)   Oh, I think I got off my story.....  :)

Anyway, so my Mr. catches Nicker's leads through the squishing, squashing mud...out to the yard.  He starts spraying off her wound with the hose....I volunteer to finish washing it with an antiseptic, place some medicine on a gauze patch, and vet wrap her back up....here's where the story gets me..... (and, literally it is ME!)

"Okay, I'm done...but, I'm not giving her the shot of penicillin...that's your job" I say
"Can you hold her" is his reply.
"I think so"...
She's 13, and surely by now she takes shots well (She spent the last 6 years at the Mr.'s Cousins)

I'm doing my usual rubbing her jar, sweet talking to her, when she lifts her head and points her ears (which is my clue that she knows something is happening behind her...) then, in a split second she steps forward...ONTO MY FOOT! 

"Hold her still"
"I can't...she's on my foot"

Thankfully, my Mr. left his spot and came and moved her foward...(not quite without the usual..."You have to pay attention when you are holding her....watch what you're doing...don't let her be the boss....you have to stop being afraid of them...."  Mmmm...there might have been a few other words of advice/caution)....but, the next thing I know, is I'm holding her again, while he finishes the shot. 

OOHHHHHH IT DID HURT...but, Praise God I can still walk on it...and nothing seems to be broken...so, after a little ice...I'm thinking it will be just a little sore tomorrow...and, hopefully I'll be able to get that MUCH NEEDED Muck boot on  :D

So, there you have it...the fun we are enjoying here....most of all, wishing each of you a dry spot...and, a very Happy Tuesday!    Sweet blessings!