Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here today to tell you about our very scary day yesterday. You may remember me from such wind-related posts as “A Windy Interlude”, among at least a few others.
Here I am in a characteristically unsuspecting pose, on the previous evening.The guy I live with said it was supposed to be windy the next day, and he was kind of worried, because even though it used to be really windy here in the last century, it hadn’t been very windy in this century, to the point where he was “creeped out” about the lack of wind here.
They said there would be winds maybe in excess of a hundred miles per hour (161 kph). That’s pretty windy, if you didn’t know.
Actually he was nervous indeed. I know he’s been that way ever since his wife died, and there are always people who try to tell him how to feel, but in general he just lives with this, and is aware that he’s nervous or worried. He often seems calm to me, though.
The day started out perfectly fine and ordinary, and then the wind came up. I got scared. There was one time when we were both outside, checking on something, and the wind blew so hard I got scared and couldn’t figure out how to get back inside, because we went out through the garage, but finally the guy I live with led me safely back into the house.
We even have a movie. The guy I live with took this when “it wasn’t so windy”; that was because he could stand up outside, which he couldn’t, at times.
The only thing that happened here was that part of “the enclosure” fence blew down, but that was because the top and bottom rails had rotted, from all the watering that little garden receives. He was planning to replace that fence anyway.
There were some trees blown down, and fences, too, elsewhere in our neighborhood.
The guy I live with even went out when it was really windy to tie down part of the patio cover, and then, during spells when the wind subsided, he filled the thistle feeders for the goldfinches, who clung to the feeders, eating thistle seed, except when the wind gusted and they hid in the shrubbery. (“Hiding in the shrubbery” sounds like an English mystery, or even Monty Python, I know.)
So that was our day. The wind stopped about three in the afternoon.
Naturally, the wind dried out everything, so the snow we got last week didn’t mean much of anything.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me investigating a downed branch on the dry-as-dust canal road.
Until next time, then.