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<p style="text-align: center;"><em>A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara</em></p>
We have had an inordinate amount of rain recently. Considering we have been in a serious drought, I should not complain.

However, with lots of rain comes mud – lots of mud. This is especially the case in the chicken yard.

I am very grateful for my muck shoes, or sloggers as they are called.

<a href="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/sloggers.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-5764" src="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/sloggers.jpg?w=203&amp;h=300" alt="sloggers" width="203" height="300" /></a>I only wish they were boots. The mud is more like quicksand. I have to work to lift my feet at each step and usually I end up with mud on my calves.

Recently I was sitting on the front row at my piano recital ready to jump up and turn pages or whisper an encouraging word. I looked down at my leg and saw……mud.

My first thought was “At least it matches my brown dress and shoes.”

Yesterday morning I went out to feed the chickens and slipped and fell – in the mud. It was not a good start to the day.I came back in, took another shower, put on clean clothes and bandaged my hand where I scratched it on the metal fence post.

After work I went out to gather eggs and got mud on my pants. I came in and changed – again – before my first piano student arrived.

After dinner I went to close up the coop. I stepped right out of my slogger and into the mud with my bare foot. I came in, cleaned up and went to bed.

I really hope it doesn’t rain again any time soon.

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