Hi, it's Celia again!
It has been raining a lot here lately. Rain means mud. Rain means outside chores that can be put off (like weeding) get put off. But outside chores that can't be put off get done in the rain. And doing outside chores in the rain with the mud means slipping and sliding all over the place, and I usually end up on my butt, which isn't fun. Mom slips and slides and falls on her butt, too, and that IS funny.
Here's some mud outside the goat shed:
One extra chore that we have in the rain is putting extra bedding down for the goats. Goats shouldn't sleep on wet bedding because they can get mastitis (I had to look up the spelling of that one). So when it rains we lug lots of straw to the goat shed. We spread it out, they eat it, we lug out more. We get straw in the Spring from cutting down the big grasses that mom has in the flower bed. My brother John and Farm Hand Dad cut it down, and Mom and I rake it up and put it in big bags for storage. Here's the chickens checking out the straw.
And when the straw is gone we use wood shavings that Farm Hand Dad brings home from his carpentry job. He can't earn enough money as a farm hand (especially since we don't pay him) so he does carpentry on the side. Here's a picture of the goat shed with the nice dry wood shavings.