How High's the Water, Mama?

Two feet high and risin'...


The North Canadian is over flood stage, the Cimarron is deep and wide, Turkey Creek is at her banks, and the combines are stuck in the fields. We are all mighty grateful that Farmer K. John got his wheat cut between storms. The field sure is soggy though.


We go out to lunch and everything is so wet that we end up more full of water than grain! Prairie Dogs don't drink, you know, don't have to. We're the original Tee-Totalers. There's plenty of water in our forage to keep us happy when every thing's normal but, I'll tell ya, right now, I feel like I squish when I walk!


Sometimes I think all those prayers for rain that went up in the last 2 years got stored up somehow and are just now getting answered all at once! This is one P. Dog that is not complaining, however, no sir. You don't dig down too far before you hit dry dirt. We got a lot of catchin' up to do. I just hope this flood of rain doesn't just run off and float the farm away!