Somewhere to play.

The words "Were they (farmers) then happy?" comes to mind here.

The rains came, the rain which made the drought end.

Mother Nature and all her minions rose to the occasion - water, water, everywhere; and the 'dance' started.

All begat, begot, and multiplied - the good; the bad; and the ugly!

The Ugly is the group which make themselves stand out, multiple feet, wings, slither, creep, crawl - they get there, they have waited a long time; their share they want, it was a given, the pests will have their share and in turn will part with the calling card.

Take a card; the picture will be a skull 'n cross-bone, this is the way - every silver lining has a cloud and some of those clouds can be big and dark.

Stock loss is the result - farming is the game.

Tomorrow the sun will shine, the cold will set in and chase all those nasty away.

Winter will take its toll, it is the way.

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