Johnny Cash has an ARK

 

Last night the storm was over the top - rain in sheets, lightening that hit the farm four times and a restless night for me with NO SLEEP.  I was thrilled to have all the rain but worried that at anytime the lightening would give the farm another fire.  You bet this gall was saying prayers big time.

The phone line got hit twice as I spoke with my son and this gal had the worst freak outs - when the bolts hit....  Really - is the universe seeing how far it can push?

This morning I kept looking for my sweet Johnny Cash (a Cashmere Billy) who normally is such a talker when I step out the door but when I called him over and over he did not answer.  I was getting worried because he and his half brother Sylvester had been nibbling in the forest when the storm hit so they had to tend to themselves.  Yep, another round of worry for this gal but what did I find when I got close to the rain filled pond - it was the winter hay sled.  What is that doing there I thought? Just as that thought went racing past my brain Cash lifted his head to me from a sound sleep.  SILLY SILLY BOY...

The sweet boy went in and out of his new ark through out the day.  When a few of the other boys tried to step in to the boat a small argument happened but was short lived and Cash was back in his boat.   Tonight as the sun was setting he pushed his boat up to the shop door which is about 400 feet or more, stepped into it and is sleeping soundly as I type this post.  So at least we know one sweet one here at the farm has a plan if the heavens open up again.  I sure hope I get going on building my own ark.  Oh and hate to burst Cash's bubble but there are two holes in the bottom of that boat so good luck and hope you can goat paddle.