It’s been a little Spring in December today with rain and sun and rain and sun and rain. The cows are not bothered by the weather. Yet, little do they know all the sun and rain exposes pointers to all the pots of gold that sit waiting under the rainbows.
Brent went to move the cows when it was bright and sunny. As he was ready to let the girls into the next paddock, it starts to bucket down.
From Brent’s perspective, he saw three rainbows, the house cows and I could only see two. They were strong though and I suppose I should grab a shovel to confirm.