Power was back on in the morning and all animals were alive and all but one building was still intact. I actually drove my EZ Go back and forth to the barns several times without noticing the tree lying in the front yard. It was cleverly shielded by the bushes it had crushed.
I was always looking the other direction where the big trunk was still nestled between firs across the front driveway from the Christmas night storm.
This latest victim was more noticeable from the front yard
In the back yard, we had watched, before dark, the intense wind blowing the Linden branches clear to the ground before they sprang back up. It was dramatic. But in the morning the Linden was intact. However, it had dumped all its dead twigs all over the ground
So I spent hours picking up twigs/branches, loading them in my EZ Go and taking them down to the burn pile in a lower field. It was a beautiful day so I didn't mind although my sciatica did
Goats were enjoying the unusual warmth and sunshine.
Until they saw me driving by with a load of what they thought was tasty browse for them to chew on. Sorry, gang, it was just dead twigs.
Meanwhile I had noticed plastic blowing from the shed that held plywood, along with other stuff. That shed was the last remaining piece of the old barn that had been on this place when we moved here and where our goats lived for the first many years. Johnny spent the whole day trying to resurrect that roof.
Johnny is back on the roof today. You can't keep a good man down.
As for me, I'm doing the documentary here. And taking a tip from this garden gnome...
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