I've Gone Country A blog about a city girl learning a whole new world

And the rain came down!  We had almost 5 inches of rain the other day.  When it rains heavy like this, it really flows down the mountain.

The next morning the rain had stopped, but the water still flowed.  This is an area where the water runs into the goldfish pond.  Usually there is just enough to refresh it….but when we have this much…of course it overflows.  Billy has designed a spillway for times such as these.

I saw Mabel through the window, looking at something with great interest.  As soon as I could put my shoes on…I headed over to see what had her full attention.

This is what it was….one of the goldfish had gotten washed out of the pond.   He was still alive….even with Mabel pawing at him.  She thought it was pretty neat that she could put her paw on him and he would flop around.

I moved her away….and placed it back in the pond….after I took this picture of course.  Part of its tail was torn, it had a scratch or two from Mabel…and I noticed that little blood spot on his eye.  Poor thing.  However, it swam away quickly once back in the pond.  I am hoping it will be alright.

I’m glad Mabel found it…I am also glad Ellie wasn’t around or she would have eaten it.  She LOVES to eat fish….or maybe that would be sushi…since she eats them raw!

Next was to check on the chickens.  It was raining when I got home from work that night and they were already hunkered down under the coop.  I never could entice them to come out and get into their little home.  So I left them to figure it out for themselves.

I found that apparently some slept on the arm of the rocking chair and some in the planter.

The chair had all the signs of bird activity on it….and the begonias in the flower box….well… as you can see….they were completely squished.  They will have to learn that they are NOT allowed to do that again. ARGH..teenagers!

But everyone was alright and  accounted for.

I then took a walk and checked on the goats.  They were up on high ground, I sure can’t blame them.  Everyone seemed to be fine…and the headband we outfitted Pearl in seems to be working!

The mountains were exceptionally pretty this morning.

All was well at the pasture…muddy…but fine.

When I first arrived, I called for the cows.  They usually come if they hear me.  But on this day they didn’t.  The donkey’s were up close, so they came running, as well as the  ponies and the goats.  I try to spend time with all of them….checking to make sure they are not sick or injured.  They wouldn’t cooperate for a group picture so that will be for another day.

The cows never did come to the front pasture so I loaded up on the four wheeler and went to check on them.

As I drove through the tall grass…these beautiful orange butterflies dotted the landscape.  Flying to and fro from one plant to the other.   They made it look so effortless.  I watched as they fluttered past and glided into a landing on the very tip of the flower of their choice.  Their weight wasn’t even noticeable when they landed.  They stretched their wings out wide, showing all the intricate color and design details their wings possessed. …..WOW….

I continued on looking for the cows.

It always amazes me too how BIG cows can not be ….well….obvious.  When I first came into the back pasture this is the only cow I saw….Clementine.  Normally they are all together, so I wondered why she was alone.

Yet, as I got closer I saw she was on a slight ridge.  It was then that I saw she was indeed with the others.

Cupid, Chuck and Ferdinand….the bull.

Right beside them…. next to another stand of trees was the rest of the herd.

Brandy, standing,…Zsa -Zsa, Joy, Punkin, Lee, Toots and Bailey…Notice how one is hiding behind the trees….all you can see is her nose.  There are seven here…hard to think they could be tucked away so tightly, yet comfortably.  Sometimes when they see me…they figure that I have a treat for them….and start walking toward me.  They didn’t care on this day.  They were content.  I love it when they are…..it seems they are happy…and want for nothing.

I began to drive back through the field and just had to stop and watch the butterflies once again.  Everything was happy.  The birds, the animals, and especially the plants as they seem to welcome the fresh rain water.

The air was crisp and clear…..AHHHHHH.   Beautiful….Just Beautiful.

This verse was in a song I grew up singing.  It plays over and over in my mind…..

THIS IS MY FATHER’S WORLD—(in part)

This is my Father’s world,

the birds their carols raise,

the morning light, the lily white,

declares their maker’s praise.

This is my Father’s world,

He shines on all that’s fair:

In the rustling grass, I hear Him pass;

He speaks to me everywhere.

Thank you God……

IT IS A BEAUTIFUL WORLD!