There is Rain, and then there is RAIN

Yesterday, someone posed the question on Facebook, “What kind of housing lets in so much water?”

Though it felt as though there was a bit of blame on the housing, living in South Florida I know that there are several kinds of rain. There is rain, and then there is RAIN. You have to understand that South Florida, by its very nature, is swamp. Not the friendly scenic swamp people envision, with palm trees and flamingos, but the dirty kind of swamp with alligators and mosquitoes that drive you to the brink of madness. Now granted, Florida was drained (for the most part) by the U.S.Army Corps of Engineers that cut a system of canals all over the state in order to drain said swamp. But the rain that drives the nature of this state still lurks below the surface waiting to inundate you with water unlike what Noah witnessed. OK, so that last bit was a bit hyperbolic, but still, it’s some crazy rain. Sideways blowing, bucket dumping, yard flooded, canals overflowing amounts of rain.

Now usually, these South Florida rains will come in the afternoons. We call it our monsoon season. Like clockwork, a sunny gorgeous day draws up the humidity and water from the central parts of the state (that ARE still swamp) then by 1 or 2ish in the afternoon, the sky turns black and the thunder booms. Usually a 1/2 hour worth of rain later, the sky clears and then the rest of the day clears up and by sunset, you are back to a gorgeous (and humid) day.

But this last week and a half has tried even the most native Floridians to the brink of madness. All day, all night, driving, dumping rains. UGH! Yesterday had us picking up a few more dead birds and this morning we found another wet, tired, and HUNGRY nestling at our feet.

So our count rests at 5 babies at this point. The one in the worst shape weighs in at a pitiful 33 grams and I doubt he will make it. The others weigh in at 36, 43, 45, and 49 grams. Chewie, the first one we found about 4 days ago, is in the best shape. He is happy to see me and begs for food, chirping away when he hears me call, “chew chew.” The others are more reluctant feeders. But the 3 in the 43+ gram zone, I have some optimism for. The others…not so much.

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