Sandbags

The "husbird" was up in the wee hours of the morning last night, sandbagging.

The creek that runs along our backyard turns into a river a few weeks
out of every year, but this year it is a raging, very high river.

Houses further down stream were being threatened and so help was
needed from all able body males to place sand bags.

From our bedroom you can hear the river, which is usually a very relaxing sound unless you can't quit thinking about how it might possibly encroach
your yard and house when you're unaware.
Needless to say, we didn't get much sleep.

In the morning we found everything was fine and
the "nestlings" and I went on an adventure to see the streets and
park that flooded in the night.

I walked, they rode their bikes.
I now have a sunburned neck and arms to show for it, but at least I don't have sandbags.
Hopefully I can still say that at the end of the week.