It seems to be "the norm" lately to have our autumns deluged with rain. We were already saturated at the start of this week and then on Thursday we had another 30 mms fall, along with wind gusts up to 70 km/h. The horses' corral went from being dry-as-bone to "squishy" to muddy to now, which is virtually a dirty pond. Thank God we had at least put their shelter on a site at the top of a slope and had an excavator come in to lay down proper drainage so they can stand on dry soil and shavings yet.
But they're truly miserable, standing in there all day, looking out at the rain. (We're getting another 5 mms today.) Onyx, in particular, is not a horse who likes to be confined. He wants to GO and with his big feet, he's sliding all over the place right now. When he gets on firm soil, he immediately switches to a trot, head shaking back and forth, in true warrior mode. You can see the jousting blood coursing through his Percheron veins.
We had attempted to lay a straighter line of pipe from our sump pump out to a natural hollow on the lawn, but unfortunately the slope was too gradual and we didn't have enough pipe so the water was ending up coming out in the trench and backing up in the pipe. So Dave and I were out there on Thursday night in the dark and lashing rain, trying to dig a different trench that would come out onto the lawn naturally and create a good flow of water. The true pioneering spirit, alive and in action! It was a temporary fix but tomorrow we will probably have to re-open the trench, uncover the pipe and dig a better line again.
All in all, it's been a gloomy time lately. My brother and father are going through some health issues that hang in the back of my mind like a grey cloud, too. I worry for my family and feel so isolated and unable to help. And such is life at the end of the season.
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