Part of our early morning ritual, as well as coffee, involves checking weather sites to see what the Weather Gods have in store for us. As the dry continues we've taken to checking them morning and night. The models tend to change radically in a twelve hour period, sometimes they really mess with your head. Last night the ten day forecast showed up to 200 mm of rain falling in our area by the end of next week. This morning it's showing less than 20 mm. I wish they'd give us a positive outlook every morning, whether it's right or not. Nice to start the day feeling positive. Especially those days when you have to shoot a calf, drag a dead heifer out of a molasses trough, put down the kids' pony. Those days you need every little bit of positive you can get. It's what gets you through.
But... the turtles have spoken. They're moving to higher ground. Not here. There are no turtles on this place. No ground water left whatsoever. But not far north of us we've been told they're heading high. Can only mean one thing. Rain within two weeks. The turtles have spoken.