A temperature increase in the mountains has sent some runoff water down our way. Add in a bunch of rain and you’ve got yourself a whole mess of water.
It’s nothing dramatic, yet. Just some lowland flooding. But the rivers are swollen and the flow has changed; an additional 110 c.f.s. (cubic feet per second) per hour.
The little duckies are safe in their streams and ponds.
But I bet the frogs are a little ticked off. Their lillypads are covered and there’s no where to bask…not that they can bask, since there’s no sun. Ok, maybe the frogs are really happy. Maybe they’ve packed up their little froggy families and are camping in the woods. Tucked away from this downpour. Maybe they’re roasting little froggy marshmallows over a little froggy bonfire. I guess I’ll never know.
“And what about the birds?”, you ask. Hrm, these puddles have a curious likeness to a certain famous mouse. Could this be a sparrow amusement park? If only I’d stuck around to find out.
But I’m soaking wet and ready to head home.
Hope you’re keeping dry!