I love winter. It’s my season. I love the way the wind bites at my cheeks and the sound of rain on a tin roof/window/shearing shed/ground. It’s like music to me.
And rain it did last night! The deluge woke me at 12:15am and I was still listening to it drum steadily on the roof at 4:30am.
Squelching through the mud this morning I made my way out to the gauge. It’s a bit over grown so it’s likely not all of the rain went in!
The rain runs in this little hole at the top and falls into a plastic tube like below:
When I checked the gauge this morning, I can’t say I was surprised when I tipped out 42.2mm! That’s one of the biggest downpours we’ve had in years.
(Good Lord, I sound like my Papa: “Almost like the old days!”)
Being farmers, rain and weather is fairly important to us, so not only do we have a gauge outside, but a weather station and it’s readout is inside. at a glance we can see temperatures, wind speed, rainfall and so on. But let me tell you, the inside rain readings are always out by half. Not sure why, but it’s obviously not calibrated right.
Still, it give us an idea of what there has been – or at least, there shouldn’t be any less rain than what is displayed on screen!
It’s too wet to seed now – the tractors will get bogged and it’s a bit wet too do any stock for a little while.
Hmm, shame really. I had a manuscript I was supposed to be writing, didn’t I? Oh yeah, Crimson Dawn. Better get on with it!