Well my peculiar rain dance (scraping and priming the garage) worked. In the afternoon on Sunday we got just under a half inch of the wet stuff. I also pulled the onions as the tops had fallen over. We also harvested a few cucumbers and Jess made refrigerator pickles with them. We still have the chickens as well. The roosters voices are changing. This morning one of them let out a weak cackle and then appeared frightened by the sound. Ahh, Adolescence.