成人快手

It seems superfluous to mention the storm, everybody went through it, mine is only one tale of it amongst many. Oh but what the hell...here it is anyways...

We got the calm before it..you know the hush you get? When the wind drops, when the skies keep still and waiting, heavy and dark and ominous. And the temperature rose a little, so you could almost think, what storm warning, are they mad? Not gonna be one...
Then the wind picks up out of nowhere and the windows belly in (for we have big panes you see) and you can barely hear yourself think for the banshee howl of the beast outside that tries to blow, blow, blow your house down...
for it was wolf-like, that storm that`s passed now.
And for myself and my son it was an eventful night.
The garage doors, supposed to be bolted top and bottom, weren`t, and though we struggled to bolt the tops of them, we couldn`t..son was up the stepladder trying crazily to shove the bolt home, I was pushing against the bottom of them but the wind was so damn fierce it felt like pushing against concrete....so we left them be and hoped they held, which, for the most part, they did.
But now I have chicken hutches strewn all over the garden, and bits of wheelbarrows where none were before, and pieces of slate, glass and guttering with the occasional downpipe also strewn across the garden.
I had stood looking out of the window at the height of it....most of my ducks flat out refused to go into the byres..even with the hatch open all the time for them..they just tucked beak under wing and streamlined their bodies into the winds and rode it out.
Except for two. Two very dumb ducks who decided, oh, let`s go for a wonder, might find some grain, y`never know ...and as they fought bravely against the wind, passing in front of me right outside the window, a piece of slate flew off the roof and almost decapitated the lead duck, a drake, who,. having narrowly missed death my mere inches shot like a mad thing into the air and promptly flew backwards because of the winds....
And do ye remember the chickens, yes? The same chickens who insisted on window sill sitting? The same chickens who try to barnstorm their way into me house whenever I open the front door because they share the old caravan with me dog and so think they are dogs and should have doggy privileges?
Well, feeling sorry for them and worried in case we lost the caravan during the storm, I let them spend the night in the porch, because the little burgers won`t go into the byres!
And in the morning, the storm still howling, meself and son goes out to see to the beasts and feed the chickens and hears this peep peep..but we cannot see the source of it....
so thinking it was the cat, who had spent the night being pecked at by the chickens if she so much as moved, we forgot it.
There was a plastic bucket in the porch too, you see....just a normal plastic bucket kept up on top of the old chest freezer I keep my barley in (best for keeping rats out of it you see, and good recycling) and the other hens had knocked it down...and it had landed upside down. So when the son picked it up to right it, out strolled a wee red hen...who`d been trapped under it for gods know how long....tsk...
but she was none the worse for wear..mind you it looked like a fairly good magic trick..."What`s under the bucket kids?" and who would ever guess a wee red chicken?
Should I even mention the power cuts?
We have a small generator. It needs a hefty pull on the rope thingy to get it going. And the power went off..and stayed off...so I says to son, let`s get the genny going and out to the outbuilding we went, during the noisy and dangerous storm...
and would the damn thing start? Oh hell no..not when you need it most, in the pitch black during a force 10 storm..grrrrrr....
it took two hours. But in the end the son got it going, I love my son!
Otherwise we`d have had no power at all for some hours.
So it powered the pc and tv. Fine. Then the power eventually came back on...all praise to the Hydro fellas...I ken fine they work hard...so son goes and unplugs the generator and the cables....
then the power promptly goes off again...
cue much turning the air blue and fumbling about for torches and suchlike...
we had plenty candles and lamps, which was good...
and the old Doric stove to cook on, even better.
And in truth I never mind the utter wildness of such a fierce storm. But I think we`ll see more of them now, and with increasing damaging ferocity...
and there is something comforting about keeping by a warm stove, with low lit lamps, as the storm rages outside and you know nothing can be done until it`s over.

But I do hope my chickens learn to be chickens again. And not think they`re dogs so are owed a place in the house.....