The mud in the aisle to the pastures is worse than ever - our soil is heavy clay, which is very good for pasture grasses, but makes for very heavy, slippery mud. I haven't fallen down yet, but I've come close a couple of times. I have a couple of horses who are willing to be my "helper" - I can put a hand on the horse's neck as we walk through the worst of the mud and that helps me balance. Oddly enough, Blackjack, who is quite shy and cautious with people, is my best helper. He's usually very forward going to the pasture, but when I need him to help, I let the lead rope go loose, put a hand on his neck, and he slows down to match my pace and carefully stays right next to me. It's really quite a lovely thing.
Many of the grassland birds are in serious decline in our part of the world due to increasing development. Due to our pastures, I often have the good fortune to see wonderful grassland birds that are rare elsewhere. This morning I saw my first Eastern Meadowlarks - three that were flying up and down and squabbling. In the summer, I often see them perched on fences, singing their hearts out. They and the Bobolinks are my favorite pasture birds, and they both have wonderful songs. One time a number of years ago, we briefly had a flock of Cattle Egrets, following the horses to take advantage of the insects that were stirred up. We're actually outside their usual range, so that was wonderful to see - they're more of a southern bird.
So, even with the rain, it was a beautiful morning - the rain had that wonderful, soft spring feel, everything was amazingly green and the smells of earth and growing things were in the air.