This has been a wonderful and terrifying week here on the Farmlet. As you may know, we fixed our well two weeks back, and now this week brings the rain. Isn’t it ironical that when you get it in your mind to finally do something about a situation, that the situation is suddenly resolved of its own accord? Such was the case with the water shortage we have been experiencing this summer.
So, on Monday we had rain.
And in only 15 minutes we had three inches out our back door!
The front of our little Farmlet didn’t look much better. As you can see we had the beginnings of a stream going down the street. Ha ha ha… much to our chagrin, you will also notice that now that we have the new garage/barn, we leave the truck parked in the driveway anyway. (Except when we know it is going to hail since we get golf ball sized hail around here!)
Although Cheeky, Polly, Spot and Molly didn’t seem to mind it at all! They had a blast bathing and dibbling in standing water that rose to their knees!
Which reminds me… Molly has discovered this week that if she runs fast enough, and flaps her wings hard enough, that she can make it over the fence and into the neighbor’s yard. I cannot even begin to describe the look of surprise, nay, SHOCK on the face of my neighbor when he saw her invading is yard. He just stood there, rooted to the spot and unable to move… I guess he has a real phobia when it comes to geese. Who knew?
And that brings me to Tuesday morning when it began to rain buckets again! I looked out to see that there was a moat of debris built up, and it was holding the water causing it to back up into the chicken’s run. Donning my wellies and grabbing my umbrella, I stood on the porch and listenend for thunder. Hearing none on I went, braving the rain, to break up the dam and save my chicks from wet feet.
Well, I nearly had the job done when I heard this strange sound in the trees behind me. Sort of electrical, but on a massive scale… I turned in time to see a bolt of lightning materialize out of thin air and stab the earth in three places. The shock wave from a lightning’s thunder blast of that scale is perceptible and frightening beyond belief. I seemed unable to move. In a book it might read:
She stood there holding her breath, frozen in fear and unable to move. Then hearing the electricity crawl up and then down again, with a sound not unlike some behemoth generator buzzing behind the trees, she broke inertia and dove into the chicken’s run for safety.
I tried to rationalize what I heard. I told myself it was harmonics from the sound waves hitting the metal buildings, but the sound was coming from the woods, NOT the buildings…
So here is what I found out about lightning – and I will not even try to put it into my own words because… I can’t:
“Lightning is usually initiated within the thunderstorm cloud when a faint, negatively charged channel called the stepped leader emerges from the base of the cloud and propagates toward the ground in a series of steps of about 1 microsecond in duration and 150-300 feet in length. The stepped leader reaches from cloud base to ground in about a hundredth of a second. As the stepped leader approaches the ground, streamers of positive charge rush upward from objects on the ground. When one of the streams contacts the leading edge of the stepped leader, the lightning channel is opened, negative charge starts flowing to the ground, and a return stroke, lasting about a tenth of a second, propagates through the channel as a bright luminous pulse.” *Sometimes, following the initial return stroke, one or more additional leaders may propagate down the decaying lightning channel at intervals of about a tenth of a second. These leaders, called dart leaders, are not stepped or branched like the original leader, but are more or less direct and continuous. Like the stepped leader, however, they initiate return strokes. These return strokes are what we call lightning.”
(From the National Weather Service at: http://www.wrh.noaa.gov/fgz/science/lightnin.php?wfo=fgz )
Right about then I was feeling like this lady…
Needless to say I was ‘adrenalized’ for the duration of the day!
I Later told Bob that my Guardian Angels were “…working at WARP SPEED,” to which he replied, “Their wings must have been singed too!”
So, after all that, it is good to tell you that our week ended on a sweet and gentle note. We have a new resident on the Farmlet!
Back history: We lost Fatty Cat about a month ago. It was the usual story… she went out one night and did not return in the morning. She has left a hole in our family and was sorely missed by all… especially Claus who was missing his playmate.
And so it was, that on Thursday when I took the Boys to the vet for allergies, I chanced to meet Little-Bit… and realized she needed a home.
Well I ask you… How could I say no?
* I now believe this was the “electrical behemoth” I heard in the woods.
**Yes, she’s named after that Little-Bit from Fried Green Tomatoes!
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Glad to see ya survived this round of storms. With the lack of rain my poor scork screw willow tree died- or so I thought- now with the rains I see some new life tring to emerg. I lost my old male sugar glider Zinger to old age, and I kept the last offspring by him- both females. We were hit by dog theifs and they stole my 6 mth pug and her parents and Aargon my male pom. One week later and guess who was on our door Aagon and he was a mess. He climbs chainlink like a cat, and they did not know that. I went out and got me a big dog- a 6 mnth sib.husky/wolf mix male that needed to be rehomed due to new litter comming from Call of the Wild. Will post a photo of Ghost soon ( Call of the Wilds Ghost in the Woods). He such a big clown tho.
An electrifying tale!
My cousin Linda had a cat named Little Bit. Because she was a little bit of a cat! Your Little Bit looks handsome.
Beautifully written, too.