I can't thank you enough for your caring thoughts and concern for all of those in our region. In the face of such devastation here, not just in Brisbane but in the whole of south-east Queensland, there are so many tales of miracles and grace. And spirit that will never lie down. We're seeing the typical Aussie sense of humour, perhaps slightly dented but far from gone, in such wry touches as a page taped to a light pole in the nearby town of Ipswich, with the felt-penned message,
"LOST: 3 Goldfish. Last seen Tuesday afternoon."
Heavy hearts can do with some light. So today I wanted to share with you one of the flood stories with a happy ending ~ the story of some beloved chooks whose lives in no small part depended on the kindness of strangers.
My mum's hubby's farm ~ his life's work ~ went under on Wednesday morning. And as the floodwaters rapidly swallowed up hydroponic and working sheds and rose towards their henhouse,
29 chooks {mostly redheads with remarkably fluffy bottoms} were growing increasingly agitated. Nowhere near as agitated as their "mum and dad". All hands were on deck as netting was fashioned around the open sides of a stable on higher ground to arrange emergency lodgings, hastily secured with old bricks and fallen branches. We discovered some way into proceedings that a nice young man helping out was not an in-law whose name we'd embarrassingly forgotten, but a stranger who lived up the road and around the corner who'd heard of the rising waters and came down to lend a hand.
{Needless to say, Ken been fast-tracked onto the Christmas Card list.}
But the scary question in the midst of all this was HOW to transport a large number of hens with very ruffled feathers when they were virtually trapped by a lake of floodwater. Behold ~ more kind strangers with a dinghy proved you don't need a white horse and armour to save maidens in peril. With several boat trips and a motley collection of taped up cardboard boxes and makeshift crates, twenty-nine clucky young ladies were safely stowed and ferried to their sanctuary. After inspecting each other and doing a head count, arrangements were deemed to be acceptable, and there was much relief and happy dancing
{by the humans. The chooks were too busy squabbling over meat scraps.} Thirty-six hours and a disturbing volume of chicken poo later, complaints to the management over lack of prime real estate on the tractor and sub-standard nesting boxes were coming thick and fast. But thankfully by then, the floodwaters subsided, the henhouse was cleaned down, and the ladies are happily nesting back in Fowl Manor.
They may never understand how much they depended on the kindness of strangers. But for this kindness, their mum and dad are eternally grateful. And on that note ...
Happy Fine Feathered Friday to you!
Update 17th January: The RSPCA refuge at Fairfield went under water, by over 2 metres in places, and has been severely damaged. Thankfully, all animals were safely evacuated in time. But the shelter has had to completely cease operations until clean-up and recovery can be completed. They are exempt from disaster relief offered to other charities assisting human needs.
Please click here to donate towards their vitally important rebuilding process. Thank you.
If you would like to donate to the Flood Appeal for human kind, you can do so here. Thank you, and bless you. 
