Waterlogged



Our newly built bridge - the normal river level - one year ago



I'm standing on the side of our bridge. Two days ago.
The water's dropped.  It reached almost to the top
of the concrete.  Unbelievable.


The gates have been shut so that the cows cannot get to the river.  If they tried to cross they may well get washed away if the river rises again.  Best not to risk it.



Hello Elfy. This was my potty calf that we raised at our home in the suburbs.
She is so happy on the farm.  Maybe not in the cattle yards. But certainly
with her own kind roaming the hills. The other heifers love her too.
 Stay safe Elfy.



A water cabbage sits at the edge of our pool. This the high side.  When too full, the water overflows on the other side.



We don't swim in our pool. It was converted long ago into a goldfish haven.
 No more chlorine. No more chemicals.  No more expensive power bills. No
more worry about pumping out the water. Nature can take it's course.


 PS:  I just got off the phone from Hubby.  As of this morning, the water over the bridge has risen dramatically.  And rising.  Oh dear.

Five Hours Later:  I raced to the farm with Hubby this afternoon.  He opened the gates for the cattle to get down to the flats.  And the big shed.  This way they have some permanent shelter.  I just hope they don't go near the water.  A couple of the calves have bad scaling over their poor little bodies due to the big wet.  They need sun. Desperately.   Another week of rain has been predicted.   Latest pics of the river.



Our four wheel drive could go no further



I'm not attempting to walk this one



The trees are coping the wrath of the river