The atmosphere is unstable over the Big Island this afternoon, resulting in computer outages at the library (which we braved on the way home), loud thunder, and for some reason, howling dogs. One of our dogs loves to howl; usually he waits until one of us is calling a child in from playing or visiting the neighbor. It's very hard to call a child when you are laughing because the dog is howling with you. He watches your face and takes a break when you take a break. It is fun to try to fake him out....take a big breath, open your mouth and then do nothing. Sometimes he catches it before he actually starts to howl.
This is a bit illustrative of my sometimes puerile sense of humor. I am going to share with you another instance of my sad deficiency in an adult sense of humor - it is all those years hanging out with teenagers, I am sure. Today, I let the sheep out for a bit of a run in the big pasture. The lambs took off as if it were the Kentucky Derby only with more hopping. The older sheep, except poor Audrey who is waddlingly pregnant, took a few exploratory hops - but Minnie fell. There was absolutely no reason for it, but she got up quickly and looked, well, sheepish. I thought, "I really can NOT tell any adult human being that I thought that was knee-slappingly funny!" but here I am, telling you. It must be the lack of adult conversation in my life.....
I am not looking forward to going out into the thunder and lightning to do the feeding. I am going to wait for a bit to see if it passes through. We were driving in it most of the way home, but outpaced it, and now it has caught up. I am fairly sure we'll lose power for a bit tonight. I suppose I should get the meat pie in the oven before that happens!
If my sheep expert friend is right - THIS is the night Audrey will pick to lamb. She'll probably need help, too, knowing my luck.