“You get a line and I’ll get a pole honey.
You get a line and I’ll get a pole babe.
You get a line and I’ll get a pole
And we’ll go down to the crawdad hole, honey, baby mine.
Whatcha’ gonna’ do when the creek goes dry honey?
Whatcha’ gonna’ do when the creek goes dry babe?
Whatcha’ gonna’ do when the creek goes dry?
Sit on the bank and cry, cry, cry, honey, baby mine.”
As much I felt like sitting on the bank and crying, crying, crying, I had too many thirsty sheep for that when the creek that supplies my livestock water finally disappeared this morning. When it gets dry, the creek goes underground. Fortunately I was able to move up the hill abit and catch the creek before it moved off to China.
As you can see, my water system is quite fancy and uses cutting edge technology (gravity – sometimes the simple ways are the best). The hose connects to the one of the sheep water troughs, which is also fitted with a hose fitting and goes to another trough further down the hill. The overflow goes to our paddocks. One great thing about living on the side of a mountain is that we are able to utilize gravity as a tool. Sometimes that’s a good thing, as in when I’m moving water. Sometimes that a bad thing, as when I’m dragging a sheep (or myself) up the hill! Or losing control of a roll of field fence. Boy, that sucker was really moving by the time it was stopped by the next rise. Another day, another minor crisis, and another solution. Ain’t life great!
The forecast is for rain this evening and tomorrow, as the remnants of Humberto move into our area. Fingers crossed. Our household water comes from a spring way up the mountain. So far, that’s running fine.