A change of weather is frequently heralded by a windstorm. Last night we got one that made me very happy I don’t live on a ridgetop. The wind roared through, right up the wash channel, slamming into the Lair enough to make it flex and creak, ripping up and flinging everything that wasn’t bolted down…
I’ll be finding things in odd places hundreds of yards away for a while, but I was mostly concerned with the things that were bolted down…
And they stood the pressure just fine. So, good. I can stick things together that don’t fall down, if I stay with it.
The current crop of four ladies insist on sleeping on top of their coop. Since the weather has been so moderate at night I haven’t bothered training them to use the nice safe roost I made for them inside the coop. Last night I had reason to regret that, but it was too late to worry…
And they seem to have taken it in stride.
After breakfast the boys and I made the circuit of places I’m supposed to be watching, but except for Landlady’s woodbox (totaled) there doesn’t seem to have been any damage.
I was particularly concerned with her new panel rack, which wasn’t braced against the wind to the extent I would have preferred…
But it’s undamaged and apparently unstrained. So I guess it has passed the proof test.
I know from experience that it’s never a good feeling when the winds are howling outside. When we built our place we left as many of the trees alone as we could. Now when there’s a wind storm I’m forever worrying about a tree landing on the home. It’s good the aftermath around your place wasn’t that bad. While going around fetching things and returning them to where they’re supposed to be is a pain it could have been a lot worse.
No sooner does Seymour disappear,
than a huge windstorm visit what might have ben tranquility.
What is a hen chicken to make of it?
Do they take it in stride because they have no capacity of memory?
Maybe anything freaks them out?