The Honest Courtesan

We’ve come to that part of the winter where the monsoons are past, but there’s till too much rain for the paddock to dry up; this means there’s mud everywhere, especially in areas frequented by the animals.  Every day when I go into the chicken yard, Shiloh and the pigs come to the fence to beg for corn; I used to toss it on the north side, but the mud there has now become so bad that I started throwing it on the south side instead.  However, as you can see in this photo, that’s pretty muddy as well, and I don’t foresee it getting much better until the rain slacks off some more and the air warms up.  Once we get into spring, the growing grass sucks up a lot of the rain so the ground isn’t nearly as soft, but until then it’s all muck, and it gets all over everything.  Good thing I got some new Wellies for Christmas; anytime between Halloween and Easter, I don’t dare step off of concrete without them.