It’s Saturday morning and this weekend has already been nuts. It’s been raining heavier than it ever has since we’ve lived here. Bonus is that it’s supposed to continue the rest of the week. The bad news is that our neighbor behind us is the lowest spot on the block and our yard, namely the livestock yard, is on that flow line and it’s all backing up…under the barn.
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| The entrance to the barn is ankle deep muck |
Remember the mucky post? Yeah, that was nothing. Last night our yard, from the rabbit cages (about halfway from our back door to the livestock barn) down was ankle deep in water. Mud and water.
We spent last night trying to keep everyone dry. Because it was dark and pouring we did the best we could. We put the bottom tray from our XL dog crate down on top of the sopping wet hay, covered it with feed bags (turning out to indispensable) and then piled a bunch of hay on top of that. Bella and the kids stayed dry throughout the night. Daisy has a wire spool she sleeps on so we didn’t have to do too much for her. The chicks’ brooder was flooded though. So we added boards to it so they could at least get up out of the water. Such a mess!
Early this morning (it was still dark out) we opened up our old plastic doghouse and put it in with Bella and the kids. We filled the halves up with hay so they’ll have additional dry places for them to bed down.
We did give chicks to our broody girl, so let’s hope she is a good mom. One did get out last night and ended up with the goats so I’m a little worried about that one, but this morning it was fine, snuggled into mom’s feathers.
Today I’m going to be hosting a cold process soap making class taught by our intern, Brandy. Not sure how we’re going to do this with the rain, but we’ll figure it out.
There are so many things we need to plant right now and can’t because of the rain. Next weekend is our last average frost date and I’m hoping the rain stops by then but who knows?
This post makes me feel better about the mud-pit that is my yard…. My chickens are living in tarp-city right now, but when the rain started, I didn't realize it would last THIS LONG, so I didn't move them to their flood-proof location, and it is a bit late for that now. Live and learn.
Uh oh…soap…and all this weather. Forecast for today, I predict rain with a slight chance of bubbles 😉 I feel your pain. The turkeys are requesting snorkels and waders. Glad you were able to rig a way to keep Bella and the kids dry. This weather is nuts for March. Just had a monster hail storm here. We have tons to plant too…but after that hail, I'm glad our seedlings at least are safe under cover for now…but dang it…WHERE'S SPRING!? Eight more days of this? Ugh. Stay dry, if you can!
Dang girl – That is some SERIOUS water. I guess I won't be the only one installing french drains this summer, eh? I'm sure everyone is miserable. Hope you're able to get them at least a little snuggly dry corner to hunker down in.
Yep, we're muddy, too. Pancho tried to make an Esther Williams dive into the pond that formed in the side yard, yesterday.
I still have the peepers in the house, and just keep putting more straw into the chicken run, and occasionally going out there with a shovel to press the handle up into the tarp roof to get some of the pooled water to come down. Cripes.
This is unreal rain. It got so cold last night that I was worried I'd be slipping on ice this morning, but luckily it did not freeze.
I might put on rain boots and plant a couple trees in the front finally. Not sure. I am afraid I'm going to sink up to my armpits like it is muskeg, there is so much water out there. *grumble*
On the positive side, you won't have to worry about the lye beading up and landing in odd places due to static electricity, during the CP class?
Hiya! Just wanted to pop in to comment on the blog in general – I found you via Urban Farm online, and I'm l-o-v-i-n-g your site. Thanks for the sunny inspiration from California… sorry about the rain!
Seems like every one is getting a little to much rain this year. My back yard grass makes funny noises when I walk on it.