Getting A Break

I think (hope) that yesterday was the worst in this series of storms and, although rain is predicted for today, the fierce winds have abated.  Stumpy has been in isolation for two days, rather than see her plastered up against the dog run walls, and I didn't even open the door to the hen house.  The little girls wouldn't have stood a chance in the eye of the storm.  The goat barn has a metal roof, and it was like being in a war zone with rain pounding, branches banging, and wind lifting the panels and slamming them down.  It was one of those days when I wished I was raising hamsters instead of milk goats.  A flock of 46 (!!) wild turkeys huddled for shelter under the oak off the breakfast room.  No matter how I stoked the woodstove, the wind sucked the heat from the house and for most of the day my three little companions were on my lap.  There were only momentary lapses in power, but the rain washed out the satellite TV for awhile.  We're all safe...it's all good.