After the storm
I cower under the duvet on the sofa as the wind pummels the window, unseen hands desperate to find a way in and wreak havoc in my warm cocoon. The lights flicker and i dash around to the spare room to check the new incubator has survived the dip in power - it would be a disaster if it stops turning the eggs. Eggs have to be kept moving and at a certain temperature and humidity to hatch - Carolyn got a spanky new incubator which keeps all of these things just right, so hopefully in a few weeks we will have some nice new feathery things to annoy Bruce the goose.
The silver blue light of morning wakes me, and i venture out of my safe place to peer out of the window. A duck house which i could just about move on my own has been blown to smithereens - simply planks scattered on the grass and a yellowed patch where it once sat. The chicken wire run which went with it is over 50m away, totally unharmed, the small plastic bowl attached to the wire simply by L shaped hooks is still there. It seems the wind was choosy about what it took. The yard is more or less intact, a few things have moved, been turned over, but that is all. Not bad when you consider we had winds recorded at 109mph.
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For those of you who asked - the person who was slipping has stopped. He has found a foothold, grasped a thin tether of hope in the dark and is gaining the confidence to face the future and climb back up that slope. Just for the record, please dont ask who it is. I can assure you it is no-one you know.
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