|Safe and Sound|
Echoing throughout the town was the eerie, un-autumn-esque sound of crackling branches, breaking off in droves, crushed under the weight of heavy, wet snow.
Roads were blocked, power outages affected a good third of our community, and most businesses closed. People hibernated... early.
I peeked out the door during the storm to check on our girls, worrying about them under the full foliage of our maple tree.
Racing to the coop door, I grabbed their water can and refilled it to the brim in our kitchen sink, then returned to the coop and placed it inside. I gave them each a quick pet and wished them well, collecting eggs and stuffing them in my pockets.
|A Sturdy Coop is a Good Thing|
Glancing over my shoulder, to my surprise... a large branch now laid where I just stood.
But the sturdy coop and the girls were safe, and so was I. Phew!
|A fig leaf would have been a good idea here. |
And then there were the hounds. Unaffected. Oblivious, even.
This morning... a wide yawn from Bosco pretty much says it all.
We survived Snowtober, and we are no worse for the wear.
|Yawn. Another day, another snowstorm.|