Like commandos preparing for a raid, the clouds have darkened their faces, turned out the light (no sun today), and are massing for the attack. I hope this approaching storm doesn't feel the need to live up to the hype that's preceding it, but I've been getting ready, just in case. What I didn't need in the midst of hurrying around attending to last-minute details was the message from my neighbor to the south, telling me that the huge oak in my pasture had split and fallen across two-hundred feet of his fence. He had already left his wine tasting room for the evening, so we haven't talked, but he "invited" me down to view the damage today. I can hardly wait. He did promise me a glass of wine. Tree Guy returned my urgent call late last night, and he'll be here by eight to get done what he can before the storm hits. That oak is the most beautiful on the property, and I hate, aside from everything else, that it will be mutilated, if not destroyed.
Two of the Silkie eggs either rolled or were pushed out of the Taj last night. Checking, I found the chicks inside were fully formed. While it's sad to lose these little guys, it's good to know that Musashi has what it takes. I really worry now that the other chicks will hatch during the snow storm. A rotten welcome.
Well, if I'm going into battle, I'd best gear up.