It rained last week but as is so often the way with these early storms we missed it. Perhaps it is a little neurosis brought on by the annual drought of the dry season but every year early rains seem to do their best to provide more torment than relief. The wind blows, a few spits come but the storm passes by leaving nothing more than little rain envy of the neighbours. Last week however a big storm passed over (as I happened to note while checking the rain radar while in Queensland) and the temporary creeks ran and left standing water for frogs and birds to party in. Noonamah received 7.6mm on the 22nd and a further 9.6 on the 27th but Rakhi must have done better than this on one of these rains as it usually takes a fall of over 20mm in a single event to create enough run off to make it to the waterhole and leave water standing at this time of year. There were bird footprints everywhere in the mud, most lily a mix of ducks ibis and geese.
This morning when I arrived to the familiar macabre sight of tadpoles not making it to amphibians before the water ran out. The last of the water must have dried out on Monday night and what were probably cane toad tadpoles (so no loss) still had a little wriggle left before the arrival of midday sun.