Blown Away

well, not quite, but it certainly feels as if I should have been. All yesterday was screaming gales, found a lull and even then had trouble accessing my email and replying. Quit in the end and waited until today. Worse yet, the forecast is that we may have really bad gales back again Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I loathe that. I can handle the rain, snow, cold, and even the full heat in summer. But I hate the howling gales.
So do the livestock. Thunder comes in from his cat park with ruffled fur and an indignant look, the hens are all huddled in the hay shed, the sheep in the woodshed, the calves in the lee of the house, and I had earplugs in most of the day. NOT looking forward to their resumption and really hoping that the forecast is wrong.

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