More rain, wind, and 3:00 AM mare checks.
Whether the weather is nasty or not, I am greatful for the convenience of having cameras up in the barn. I still get anxious when there is a glitch with the internet, or if the power flickering on and off has caused a camera to have to be rebooted. But then I tell myself, I'm not having to get out of my warm comfy bed to put on boots, rain gear and a jacket to go check on a mare. And for that I am greatful.
I am a total electronic junky, as much as I hate to admit it. Tonight while watching it rain and put on a lightning show through the lens of a security camera, I had to stop and reminisce a memory of my childhood. I was probably 8 years old, so my brother John would have been 3 years old. We lived in the town of Burns, Oregon. My mom worked at the plywood plant and I think she was working second shift at the time. Mom had been at work and John, dad and I were at home in bed. When mom got home this one evening I believe it was spring time. She woke John and I up and drove up to the top of Wrights Point.
I remember this night like it was yesterday, which is so weird for me to think why this one memory has stuck with me all these years. Anyway mom backed the truck up to the edge (not close) on the west side. We sat on the tailgate and watched the most spectacular lightning show out in the distance. For me I think it was the birth of my love of watching storms.
Well back to my 3:00 AM mare checks. It was really storming this morning so after checking in on the mares, I rotated the hallway camera to watch the lightning.
All the while I was snug as a big in a rug in my bed. ❤️
Mare still has not foaled. 🤯🤦🏻♀️😬