Last night around 11 pm a blast of wind ripped through the yard. It was only the front of line of wind that continued to blow all night and is still roaring today.
Tim has already cut the part of the branch that was hitting the fence and is now straightening the wire.
As usual, the wind meant we were out checking the fenceline first thing this morning. And as expected, there were some large branches down; not as bad as last time, but still requiring attention.
Tim about to lift the other branch off the fence.
Tim cut the one big one so we could move it off the fence, but the other one was small enough to just lift off. He then bent the fence back into place. We were glad to get there before the rams discovered the hole.
Cleo following Tim with her big stick.
Cleo selected a big stick for herself and proudly hauled it back to the house. She just loves these really long sticks — this one must be at least five feet long.
Cleo parading with her stick.
Often she will hold them by the end and parade through the yard. I don’t know what she sees in this, but it must take quite a bit of strength to hold up some of the branches she picks.
