Saturday 29 August 2015

The Raging River

Well we woke this morning to a very wet Saturday. NOTHING compared to poor old Queensland where some regions  have recently copped up to 360mm of rain. But wet for here...............soggy......mushy...muddy......
Saturday is Geoff's 'lie in'  day. l do all the animals so he gets to veg in bed for as long as he likes with absolutely no chores whatsoever to do before breakfast.(Sundays in mine!). So off l bravely trekked in my hat and coat and gum boots over my dressing gown.
Let the ducks and geese out of their Quoll proof house, feed them......do the same with the hens ......l didn't open the goats door as the wind and rain was howling to the point where l knew they would  have NO intention of stepping their little toes outside, so a pat and a scratch and the promise of some more hay was all they had.
Next the horses...hungry as always.....then the sheep and the cows.....but there were no sheep, only cows!. No beady little eyes peering through the gate! l looked up on the hill and soon saw what the problem was and where they were. Our tame little Winter Creek had overnight become a raging torrent and there was no way our flock was going to traverse across it!!
So they just waited patiently for me to go back and get some more hay and then teeter across in my gum boots (and dressing gown!) to the other side!
l felt like l was up on the wild Welsh Moors!!!

So sheep happily stranded but feeding, l waded back across and headed out to our Wild Paddock where the Winter Creek joins the Rivulet to see what was happening down there!
A lot!! This is usually grass and the creek runs underneath the rocks. Not today!
And the Rivulet  itself had taken on the appearance of a White Water Rafting Experience advertisement! Very pretty but l didn't stay long as l had visions of leeches slinking up my gum boots and up my Dressing Gown.....(((((.!!!!!)))))...... so l made a quick exit back to higher drier ground. Ughhh!
One last check on the girls  on my way back before l headed for the warmth of the fire found Poppy mournfully mooing to her best friends up on the hill. (The cows in the adjoining neighbouring paddock). She wasn't game enough to head BACK across the creek and was wandering up and down trying to find a crossing spot. I  followed her for a while to see if l could catch it on film but she just kept giving me disgruntled stares and wouldn't play the game!
Maybe here??
l left her pondering and headed inside. Plans for the day scuttled. Wood Fire, books, breakfast and the odd snooze instead for the agenda??
Sounds like a great Saturday!
 

 

 


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