You probably thought I made warm oatmeal for Michael, right? Nope, I made it for my chickens. We went to IHop for pancakes.
Nothing new here, just rain, rain, and more rain. I am cautiously watching the creek behind the house. It is up to the top and spilling over in one area. Our house is up an embankment, but the goat house and chicken coop are on the same level as the creek. The boys can climb up on their benches if the water comes in and the girls have their roosts up high so things should be fine. I worry about them anyway. That’s just me.
Ethel, Martha and Oprah enjoying breakfast al fresco.