Stormy weather

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We were spared Sandy, for the most part.  We had some serious wind, which brought a bunch of limbs and a couple of trees down, but nothing hit anything important.  Our turkeys were a little bewildered, and we have no idea where they spent the night, but they were all present and accounted for this morning.

The pigs seemed discombobulated, but they also enjoyed having new tree limbs to play with.  We were worried about a fence breach, and checked on them every couple hours, but the pen held.  The StyCam, though, is down for the count. [10/31 update: the StyCam lives!]

The chickens have experience with bad weather, and they sensibly hunkered down in their dry, wind-proof coop.

We lost power yesterday afternoon, and it’s still out as I write.  We think a limb took out our neighbor’s power line, through which ours feeds, and it’s a two-house blackout — which means that it’ll be low-priority for NSTAR, so we could be out for a while.  Kevin’s office, though, just a mile down the road, is fully electrified, so we have a refuge.  The only real problem is our freezers full of food, but our friend Bob has a generator he’s offered to lend us and, if the power’s still out mid-day tomorrow, we’ll take him up on it.

Our thoughts are with those who bore the brunt, south of us.

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  1. Accidental Mick says:

    Thanks for taking the time to post. It is good to know you both came through it unscathed.

    According to the news reports over here the storms arrival coincided with high tide so the oyster beds should be OK too, shouldn’t they?

  2. Glad things are ok. Moms like to know that no bad stuff happened. It’s possible your livestock were spooked by the very low barometric pressure even more than the wind and rain. Did the pigs seem discombobulated even before the storm hit? Or were you too busy battening down the hatches to notice?

  3. Mick — We haven’t been out to see the oysters, but the worst of the wind actually hit at low tide — just what we don’t want. However, since there was a big storm surge, it’s possible the oysters never even came out of the water. We’ll be able to get out tomorrow morning to check. I’m guessing we have spills, but no real damage.

    Mom — Yeah, we’re fine, and don’t even try to convince me you were worried. I guess I’ve gotten a little too used to having a mother who doesn’t worry — I should have checked in, of course.

    I’m not sure when the piggy discombobulation hit. They certainly could have been responding to the pressure. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to dampen their appetites!

  4. I wish my chickens were so smart; as soon as the sun rises, they just MUST be outside and taking refuge inside their coop just does not seem to come to mind. We got hit pretty hard here on the Eastern Shore and some how, despite tarps etc, the chickens kept finding spots were they just got totally soaked. Finally, I put on my gear for one last time, caught the chickens and stuffed them in a large box in the garage. It may be a little cramped, but at least all 5 are still alive.

  5. Very good news. And I believe your mom. Haha. Saw it’s warming up in New England; too bad you can’t just store things in the garage. In Ohio we got the wintry side of the storm so it’s around 33 and wind blowing like a mother f#%*#er so I have a giant walk-in freezer.

  6. So glad you and all the animals survived well with comparatively little property damage. Hope the oysters are OK

  7. I’m glad you’re OK and hope your power comes back on soon!

  8. I hope you didn’t think I was complaining about not hearing from you. You had quite enough to see to. Along with the god gene and the worry gene, I seem to lack the one for passive-aggression.

    • Mom, I’m almost 50 years old, and you have never — and I mean literally never — complained about not hearing from me. You think I think you’re going to start now?

  9. Phew!

  10. Here, in nyc, we are in a tough spot again, but we will dry out and get on with it. I’ve seen chickens, dogs, even pigs…saved from the flood, but I’ve not seen any rats and I wonder where the rats have gone off to…maybe they had a meeting with the turkeys…in any event…idle time here and so we are reading more than usual and just got round to the wonderful piece on throwing like a girl…well done.

    Twain has Huck in drag toss and catch like a boy and this exposes him to the discerning eye of a lady. Boys don’t catch like girls, but close the legs that girls swing open when catching.

    An interesting book about how we evolved as we evolved our capacity to kill by throwing:
    http://www.deathfromadistance.org/newsevents.php