Muckity Muck

The ice has melted, almost.  But not before we had a treacherous sheet of slippery, slickery, drop you fast on your butt frozen snow with a coating of rain.

So hard to cross that the goats wouldn't even consider leaving the safety of their straw-filled house.

Plenty more muck waiting for its' turn to surface.

We could host the olympic short track speed skating right here.

Boyd has dug small trenches all over the place to drain as much as possible.  He got out the back hoe for this job.

We're all covered in mud, which leads to mud from head to toe after the Golden Retriever finishes jumping all over you with her over zealous greetings.