i love downpours that start as soon as you head out to put the barn guys to bed, progress to buckets flowing from the sky while you are out walking jesse and then suddenly stop altogether as you head up the path to the front door...if i was paranoid, i'd say someone was pissing on me but since it was beautiful and warm, i think it was a cleansing baptism in the rain.
oh for greener grass and fuller wells, come rain come!
spritely's leg is marginally better, she is sore but not in agony tonight.
rusty looks quite poor tho, he has decided to sleep in the shavings and not up on the perch which worries me. i think we are battling a losing war here, rusty is finally looking quite old.
say a prayer for mo and her beloved box baby, he is at the vets and quite ill. mo is beside herself with worry....hugs and positive thoughts will be greatly appreciated....i could not have possibly found those two incredible babes a more incredible home.