At one stage I thought the house might blow away as the wind howled and the rain belted down horizontally. The new back door is leaking profusely - not up to the stormy conditions but the new sliding door and upstairs window are performing well. The good news is that the two new large rainwater tanks are almost full.
It's fascinating to sit in the Lookout Room and watch the many birds fly by: seagulls seem to love the rough weather as they float and swoop like bits of dirty tissue paper, pacific gulls and blue herons are more determined as they fight against it while flights of chestnut teal flap madly to get wherever they're going. And then they come back again. One stately pelican has sailed by, not many little birds - too much for them - except for the blue wrens who dart around in the comparative shelter of Henrietta"s Hill. The musk duck seem to swim, not fly. Willow has taken refuge inside David's jumper, he's even better than a hot water bottle.
Only inside jobs can be done today including hanging David's photos of orange-bellied parrots. This is the sitting room which used to be a bedroom - can't call it a lounge because it's impossible to lounge in these chairs.
Wow! If the tanks are full that a _lot_ of rain.
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