This is the view off of our back deck. The mountains are breath taking. This was one part of the equation for drawing Michael to this farm. Last night as I rounded the corner to head up our street I knew it was going to be a long night. The wind was blowing the suburban very hard. At times, it was hard to control the large vehicle. When I pulled into the driveway, I urged Seth to hurry because I hated the feeling of the truck swaying by the force of the wind. We went in the house and I glanced across our field to make sure all was well. The chicken tractor had blown out of the fenced area and there looked to be a white bag up under it. I was concerned that the bag was a chicken so I took Seth downstairs and headed out to the back to check on the chickens. It was a chicken stuck up under the structure so I pulled her out and put her back in the fence with the others. I quickly ran back up to the house praying that our new sheep didn't end up in Kansas.
It was a long night. I have never felt the wind so strong in our home before. While we were sitting in the barstools, we could feel the counter top of the bar shake. When I sat at the kitchen table, my hair was being blown from the wind outside. We went to bed and I woke up off and on all night wondering what damage was being caused by the force of the wind.
Upon inspection this morning, I found that an extra bee hive had been blown away, but this one did not contain any bees. (In times past we have lost our bee hives several times due to the wind). Our yard gate had been blown off its hinges. (Easily fixed). There are shingles from our roof scattered to infinity and beyond! Our gate to our pasture that holds all of our animals had blown open. (Thank God for electric fence)! Then I noticed the stock trailer that Michael uses to haul our animals. It was moved a good ways into our building and our fence. He had concrete blocks up under the tires to keep it from rolling, but the wind blew it anyway. Thank the Lord it didn't break the fence, but it did stretch it out a bit.
Our perfect little farm has a bit of a glitch which we can't do anything about for now. Michael asked me this moring if I wanted to move. Ummm...I thought about it. I even looked at some property for sale in our area on the internet. I decided that we have everything we ever dreamed of wanting...except for the wind part...and we should just be thankful for what we have. Michael took the day off from his day job to repair the damage done to the farm. I know he has enjoyed his day. He is off to buy hay and feed. I am thankful our trailer is not damaged and our animals are all safe and not blown to Kansas with Dorthy and ToTo!!!!
grace and peace,