We are in a drought area, it is official and this drought is giving me problems.
There’s the wet clothes, having to wade out to check the animals, all the mud, the overwhelmed, overflowing water butts, the water-logged fields.
I worry for our sitting duck with her clutch of eggs due to hatch any day now, as every other hollow in the duck run is full of standing water.. so it might not be so good for her eggs.
The drains have failed, and the pour off from the shed roofs has nowhere to go but down our green lane, which has piles of debris in drift piles, then the large new pond at the bottom we have to negotiate. The meal shed has been flooded, and the pigs are practically doing breast stroke in their run – and spend most of the day holed up in the indoors dry part grumping about it all.
The cats are grumpy and stare through the cat flap forlornly, looking for their door into summer, then venturing out only to bring wet back in and leave muddy foot prints on the bed or in the washing basket..
I can’t hear myself think for the roar of the not very close river that is in full spate.
We have had more than half the average monthly rain fall in just the last 24 hours – and it was raining the rest of the month too!
Dang this drought!