There are times when I think everything’s going to go all right. Where nothing more is going to go wrong. Things are finally working out and I’ve got this.
Then I listen to the rustling of the wind in the tall, dry grass and smile to myself. Looks like it’s even going to rain! I could always use some rain out here even if the goats give me dirty looks for it.
The grass continues to rustle and I frown as I realize that the wind isn’t picking up enough to be moving the grass that fast.
Then I realize that it wasn’t the wind bringing in the rain.
The pigs had somehow found a way out of their pen, out of our yard even, and over into the abandoned lot next to us.