…flooded to 13.21′ on Saturday. It should be at 0-2′ (it’s a tidal river). The flood was a surprise to us, since we’d only had some rain that morning, really not that much. I guess it rained hard, really hard, further up the river.
The weatherman/floodman?/person-who-predicts-floods was wrong and the river did not crest (here, anyway) at 7:30pm like he/she predicted. So at midnight, a full 14 hours since we’d seen any rain, we discovered that we had some trouble in the backyard.
I got into that blue kayak and my man got into his green one and after using shovels (awkward!) until finding the floating oars, we kayaked over the goat’s fence to get access to my poor chickens.
Here’s a picture (from our First Day of Spring party) of the goat fence that we kayaked over. To the right of our guest is the chicken pen. You can see a couple of their perches there:
The water reached the wood frame behind the head of our guest.
The chickens were in some serious trouble, nearly drowned and covered in fire ants (the ants gather together to float, keeping their queen at the center, then climb up whatever/whoever is available above water). They were clearly in shock, but I’m happy to say that all 9 of my girls are safe, and our one big fellow, Duchess.
So much excitement! So much adventure! So many fire ant bites!
And it’s not even hurricane season yet.