Four very tired-looking mama pigs were avoiding their half-grown piglets out in the field. Two groundhogs popped out of a hole under the chicken house. Thunder rumbled in the distance.
These two mamas had no intention of moving. A baby watched from the edge of the mud puddle. A mama rolled over. Drops began to fall and the baby ran for shelter. Reluctantly the mamas pulled themselves out of the sucking mud and followed. I trotted back to the car and watched the storm roll in.