Mud

Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow
Down to the hollow
And there we will wallow
In Glorious mud.                              Flanders & Swann "The Hippopotamus"

Nothing glorious about the amount of mud we are enduring in our chicken field and now running down our lane creating a muddy river. As the day has progressed and the rain has fallen harder, the gardens have become flooded and Ian's vegetable plot sits in a lake of mud. The only happy birds are the ducks and geese who wallow quite happily. The sensible chickens are the ones who have hidden themselves away in their houses. Will the rain ever cease?