Higgs Beach this morning was underwater, a serene lake at dawn.
Cheyenne took one look and walked swiftly away until she met a youngster who took to then older bitch in a way that seemed to embarrass my dog.
Cheyenne's reproductive days are past her but I figured she knew how to cope so I used her momentary discomfort to play with my camera.
Higgs Park as bayou:
The locals were making a killing while they could.
But chickens stuck to the dry stretches.
Compared to flooding we have read about Up North, where we are told climate change is a fantasy, our regular rainy season isn't much to write home about, especially as the sun has reappeared today, regular as habit. But the heavy rain on a day off made for an interesting change.
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