The rains gave me an opportunity to test a new toy out as the ground is now soft enough to stick the probe of my voltage meter in the ground for testing the electric fence. I bought it for ten bucks and wanted to see if it worked, but it has been so dry that the ground has been harder than the surface of a pool table and I would not be able to get the grounding probe into the ground - until today.
Here you can see the probe stuck in the ground at about the 3 o'clock position in the photo below.
The Grounding Probe |
Prior to having this, I would pick up a blade of grass, lick it to get it wet, and lay it on the wire. If I felt a tingle, I knew the fence was hot. I guess you could call that a Redneck Voltage meter. It was free. Now I'm all fancy and up-town with my $10 tester.
No more lickin' grass... |
So as I was walking around testing the fence, I looked up to take in the scenery and lo and behold:
Wow! |
Isn't that cool? It couldn't have been more perfect timing.
Rainbow over the barn |
Rainbows are so cool. The rainbow represents a promise (Genesis 9) between God and Noah that He would never again destroy the world by flooding. I think they are beautiful, especially over the farm and home place. I went to the western edge of our property and watched as the shadows lengthened in the late afternoon and the rainbow spanned over our land. Beautiful!
"Ain't that purty?" |
In fact, it made me so happy, I wrote a song. Here goes (with apologies to Judy Garland):
Somewhere under the rainbow, way down low
Jeff Davis Parish is where we live and it's northwest of Thibodaux.
Somewhere under the rainbow, a red barn lies
You've got to watch where you walk,
Or you'll step in a big cow pie.
Someday I'll wish upon a cow
And wake up where the flies are now behind me.
Where troubles melt in the summer heat,
In the grass, not on the street,
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere under the rainbow, our cows moo
Our chickens run free in the pasture
Fertilizing the grass with poo!
Jeff Davis Parish is where we live and it's northwest of Thibodaux.
Somewhere under the rainbow, a red barn lies
You've got to watch where you walk,
Or you'll step in a big cow pie.
Someday I'll wish upon a cow
And wake up where the flies are now behind me.
Where troubles melt in the summer heat,
In the grass, not on the street,
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere under the rainbow, our cows moo
Our chickens run free in the pasture
Fertilizing the grass with poo!
Crazy? Yeah, probably.
Stunning! |
Unfortunately, I didn't find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but I'm not complaining. I'm blessed.
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