Tornado Flies the Coup
The funky old chicken coup, roof removed by tornado-like conditions.
Venerable huge and beautiful oak tree, broken at the base by the wind.
At the edge of the creek, this old sycamore has been de-limbed by nature many times. Again in this storm.
We are very grateful that the winds, which sounded and acted like tornados, on a day of many officially sighted tornados, skipped over the house and gardens.
The wind made the decision that, after all, I would not go ahead with keeping chickens any time soon, as the roof of the coup "flew the coup"!
I had been debating about having chickens since the huge population of grasshoppers ate so much of the garden last year. Chickens would eat the grasshoppers. Then fewer grasshopper eggs would mean less food for the larvae Blister Beetles, and presumably fewer Blister Beetles. All of which would make a happier gardener.
However, only the gardener would be available to take care of the chickens. No dog to guard them. No fences to keep them off the porch, the flower beds. One thing leads to another, and we left the funky chicken coup as a leaky storage room, pending further inner debate.
Imagine how freaked the chickens would have been, during the middle of a dark and wind roaring afternoon, to have the dubious safety of their nests wisked away by the tornado.
We'll take some of the materials for other projects and perhaps keep the chicken wire part in readiness for the birds.
May the wind blow away from you only that which is no longer needed.
