“It was a dark and stormy night.” (I have always wanted to be the one that could claim that line) alas, thank you to, Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
She huffed and she puffed and she blew, and she blew. Then it was over, as quick as it came. We have been praying for rain around these parts and so Mother Nature decided she would finally give us some and I am not going to complain at all. Well, probably a little bit.
The television, which was on while I was doing dishes, and while My Hero was outside doing something, suddenly had a very loud unfamiliar beeping replace its soft mundane tone. I turned to watch a red banner stream across the bottom of the screen. Tornado warning. I can honestly say we rarely see anything like that in these parts. It scared me. I ran outside to fetch My Hero.
With a sledgehammer in his hand and pounding on a newly constructed gate the noise blocked him from hearing, the, I must admit, excited high pitched screeching and shouting voice. I walked up to him. You have to come into the house right now. “Why?” There is a tornado warning. He looked up to a sky to see rain clouds. He could not see to the north and to that very dark frightening black sky in front of the house because the chicken coop blocked his view. After some verbal persuasion, he put the sledgehammer inside and came back to the house with me. He reassured me that it was probably nothing. It was only a warning for our northern counties.
That was when our cows suddenly started running, headed in the neighbour's direction. Animals, I have always known are way more sensible than we are, then I started to worry. The skies turned dark and it started to rain. The clouds were beautiful, dark, brooding and kept swirling. The warning kept screeching and streaming across the screen in our kitchen. Then the rain increased. We were both a bit excited at that moment.
Then hail, and then the wind came with its swirling and howling that made it impossible to look out the windows. We were in the middle of a pounding at the windows hail storm and there was no view to be found in a house full of windows. Before I had convinced him to head to the basement, it was over.
The first thing we looked for was our barn. It was there. All, of out-buildings were there. The phone rang. We had not lost our power or telephone service. It was our neighbour. A huge tree had blown down across the road and a young neighbour was trying to move it with his pickup truck. He was so lucky that he had not run into it, or worse while driving during the storm. Very lucky because this storm blew in so quickly.
My Hero went to get the backhoe and I let our daughters know that we were OK. One daughter had kept phoning to warn us about the warnings for our area, as she watched the ones for her own area. I ran to meet My Hero in the drive-way. That was when we noticed our cedar rail fence. The fence, that keeps our cows’ home, and off the neighbours when we do not want them there, was flat.
Where did our cows go? That was my first thought and then; have all the fences blown down? Oh, that would be bad, oh so bad. Now I was stressed. I hopped into the backhoe and we went to check on the neighbour and deal with that tree.
Cows are wise, this I know. At the neighbours, My Hero, and the young driver dealt with the tree. A chainsaw and a backhoe made quick work of that, and they pushed it off the road. It was raining but we had to do a quick check for our cows and the fence holding them back from danger. The cows were standing all together in the middle of the open field near a pond. They were grazing and looked excited that the pond was now full of water. That fence, as far as we could see seemed to be intact.
The morning light would indeed show us what that storm really had done.
You probably understand by this point that there is more to this story; right?