We're finally getting some much needed rain from the storm that's been pounding the Northwest.
Caleb the baby is wearing his warm, waterproof and psychedelic blanket... Momma says it was on sale!
Hey ladies, I'm totally confident in my sexuality to wear pink.
Macaroni has learned that the storm is coming and he'll have to drop his Frenchie nuggets out in the rain.
But momma, you know my sphincter closes shut at the slightest hint of precipitation!
Marshall headed up with our furiend Melony to help round up the goats into their shelter. He was nice enough to spare a bit of room in the truck for Melony to drive...
Is it my fault she didn't spring for the crew cab?
Ben, one of our many friendly, free ranging roosters tucked all their hens into the coup.
We've been so busy getting everyone ready for the storm, we're plum tuckered out.
SNORE...FART... SNORE... GRUNT... FART.. FART... SNORE...
Stay warm and dry everyone!