The fires here have been utterly devastating. And came way too close for comfort! Back in 1983, during the Ash Wednesday fires, ash and embers were carrying all the way from Anglesea to the city centre. I remember standing outside work (in East Melbourne), watching the ash fall. It scared the shit out of me then, and felt like the end of the world. So I was well aware how far ahead of the main fire the ash and embers could fly... and we were definitely in range this time. Fortunately for us, the wind was blowing it east of us, but what a subjective fortune. :~( The lives lost are almost inconprehensible. 181 people dead so far.
My friend, June, who breeds birds, and whom we bought Buffy from, had only recently moved to Kinglake West, lost her house, 3 cats, an eclectus, and a 4wk old sun conure. But thankfully she and her family are alive, as are most of her flock.
I found out tonight, that a friend of a friend, who no one could contact for days and we were all imagining the worst, finally got through on the phone. She and her family are fine, and they managed to save their house! But their neighbours were not so lucky: they fled at the last minute and were part of the 4 car pile-up on one of the roads. The tragic irony is that the neighbour's house survived. So if he had stayed with it, he'd still be alive. :~(
This photo was taken from Carmel's house by her daughter a couple of nights ago. Bushfire cloud hanging overhead.