That ‘atmospheric river’ you might have heard about that ripped through CA – was real. My trees have the scars to prove it.
THE WIND was beyond what I’ve ever witnessed around here. Truly.
In the afternoon, before the huge winds came in, I had one leg through the fence and the other raised to follow. WHOOP! A wind gust pushed me into the fence post. That has never happened before. A sign of things to come…
That night… YEESH! Hubby and I couldn’t sleep because the wind was so threatening. I could hear the trees cracking and breaking. I heard the fences go… CRAAAAAACK! WHAPPPPP!
The power was out. The horses were screaming. 2am. The worst feeling.
So, armed with my headlamp, I suited up with lots of heavy clothes and went Into the inky darkness. Once outside, it felt very unsafe as the trees bent and swayed unnaturally all around me. Quickly, I went to each paddock and counted 10 sets of eye, all upright and looking normal.
I went back inside but neither of us slept a wink.
As the sun came up, we squinted through our windows to see if we could determine any fresh break marks on trees. — Yep. Lots. Easy to spot.
Also a blown over shelter.
That’s what I said… a BLOWN OVER shelter.
No one was hurt but the baby was rattled all day. She was very fussy and needing comfort from everyone. I don’t blame her. I felt the same way.
But, honestly, the fact that no one was hurt and only interior fences were broken, was a godsend. If exterior fences were down and frightened horses were running down unlit roads, now THAT would have been a disaster.
Counting my blessings…
TODAY THE GUYS CAME AND FIXED ALMOST EVERYTHING!
Today, the wonderful guys came to fix it all. They did all they could do, except the roof on the shelter. It was too heavy and unwieldy, so we have to get another person to help secure that.
I ran around double feeding everyone so that they all stayed away from the guys. Since almost all of the pastures were affected, I had no where to put everyone. So they had to stay and NOT be curious. Tough for horses… but chainsaws and horses don’t mix well. Luckily, my horses LOVE FOOD more than whatever else is happening around them.
For me, one of the greatest gifts is to have found trustworthy guys that can come over and do (almost) whatever is needed. If you are anywhere near Grass Valley, email me and I’ll give you their contact info.
Sigh. We will sleep well tonight.