The only downside was that, in the aftermath of uprooting, certain weeds like stinging nettles gain a foothold, and now they dominate the forest floor, making it impossible to walk through in short pants or bare arms in the summertime. In the wake of the flood, the animals become bolder. Beavers establish themselves within earshot of the city. I have seen coyotes prowling the scrub near the coal-burning plant. Snapping turtles venture inland to lay their eggs in dry soil.
Blue herons soar just below the airport.
The deer stare boldly at you, because you cannot get to them. Think of the carp who swam into a new inlet made by the rushing water, how happy they were to eat bugs and plants which had never before been underwater. And now unhappy they will be a few days hence, when the flood recedes, and the way out is sealed up, and the sun goes to work, and the oxygen in the puddle is depleted, and the liquid seeps into the sand. The river is rearranging the furniture of the world. Wait, until the new order becomes clear.