When the Rains Come
I suppose technically we are not in a drought. Parts of the county have gotten more from recent storms than we have gotten on Goose Creek.
So I’m glad the creek still flows, even if just barely enough to keep the “minnows” alive. There frantic rushing from ripples to calm waters and back again has more to do, I think, with mating hormones than fear of drying up.
AndÂ the woods are so dry that even the usually-terrestrial salamanders, like this “slimey” variety, are taking to the beaches.
It’s rare to spot a salamander fully exposed in full daylight. This one was cooperative enough I could get pretty close with the iPhone.
But I’m hoping that one of these days soon–now that the garden has taken it on the chin and only the greens can be saved–that the creeks will rise again and the amphibians can stay wet without venturing out into the dangerous open spaces.