A bit of a disaster last night: we got a month’s rain in 12 hours. You can imagine what that does. The nature reserve is completely flooded, about half of the allotment plots are gone, and the river has comprehensively burst its banks. The water is steadily creeping up towards us, and the chickens have spent their day in the greenhouse, where they can dry their feet and perch on the potting bench.
They’ve loved it. They don’t know, of course, that the waters are advancing towards the house at a scary rate and we’re the only part of the country to have a ‘severe’ flood warning. All they care about is the fact that they can bathe in the gravel beds along each side.
They get themselves so tangled up they all end up sitting on each others’ heads and you can’t tell which end is which.
The rising water is a bit of a concern. All morning it was coming in, and although it’s not moved much since about twoish we can’t afford any more rain.
The chickens are back in their coop now, still blissfully unaware of the peril just a few feet from where they sleep. If they have any sense they’ll stay up at the top of their ladder until the waters recede.
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