So we have our own personal flood, right underneath our house.
Here’s what it looks like:
It’s the worse we’ve ever seen it — way worse than 2011, which is crazy, but quite explainable scientifically. Here is Dee being “epic”.
And all that water had formed a river that led directly down into the neighbour’s yard. It was almost a torrent. We knew from flood maps that the underneath of our house was a natural watercourse. And we had been told that the fence had collapsed during the Gap Cyclone event back in 2008 — an amazing video you have to see (right to the end) in case you haven’t already.
I went next door at about 5pm to see how things were going on their side and they said it was the worst flooding they had seen. Worse even than 2011. I had to agree. I don’t remember anywhere near quite such a lake under our house. Indeed I almost crashed over just taking some trash down to the bin — the silt and the water combined to almost bring about my downfall — literally.
And here’s another view of that river:
So the chook-shed Wintah and me made is now completely “inundated” as they say in the news. It has its own waterfall too (see below). It will take a week or so to dry out once this rain stops. We pre-emptively got the chooks out last night and put them to bed in the laundry. They seemed to embrace the 4 walls of the downstairs ‘sophistication’ and when I gave them a chance to wander this morning, they chose to stay. Admittedly it was pretty “epic” weather-wise outside.
But today the safety of the laundry looked to be seriously compromised. The floody water was literally lapping at the door so I put them in the cat-carrier and together with their feeder — I dragged them upstairs. Now they are spending the night in our bathroom. They seem to be OK with their new digs.
It is a bit heartbreaking having to introduce these very young chicks to a big bad world of epic weather events. They have had to deal with stupidly hot days, and now cyclonic wet-weather — and they are only 3 months old and have a brain about the size of a pea. Soz.
Above is a pic of us on our way to our brief appearance at Sarah’s birthday party in Paddington which pretty much no one else turned up to — apart from Crag who you can count on to turn up to a party in a zombie-apocolypse.
But it was epic weather and we only made it — briefly — just cause we could drive the 2 kms there and back.