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O, the Dreadful Wind and Rain

…is not actually hitting us. We’re getting some okay gusts, but honestly, I was hoping for a lot more rain—the lake’s so low that anything we get would be a big help. What we’ve gotten so far is basically “windy with drizzle.” So far the only casualty is my Mexican salvia, which fell over and will require some major staking tomorrow, and the top of a big hickory on the other side of the fence that cracked clean off in a gust. (It was taller than its neighbors, so it was probably only a matter of time anyway.) The wind is no worse than any heavy thunderstorm, and frankly a lot less than some I’ve seen.

As the eye has passed and gone up the coast, and we’re in one of the wimpy quadrants now, I suspect we’ve seen the worst of it in my neck of the woods. Could still have some branches come down, but probably not a massive hit. The goldfinches have formed a flock of at least fourteen individuals on the feeder, and they seem largely unbothered, so I’ll take my cue from them. (They’re entertaining—whenever it gets windy, they jump off the feeder and fly down to the vegetable garden, so that if you look out the window, there’s a dozen goldfinches perching the basil.)

Good luck to all still in the path, and those on the coast, who got it much heavier than we did.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.

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You wouldn't be a fan of Crooked Still, by any chance?

Why, yes, I am! But that's actually a line from a traditional folk song, of which there are innumerable versions.

Oh, most certainly. I just happened to be listening to them on a recent (six-hour!) car trip, and as soon as I saw your post title, Aoife's voice started up inside my skull.

...all of them marvelously wholesome and folksy, of course! As well as educational. Those instructions for making her fingerbones into fiddle pegs, man, you just don't see craftsmanship like that any more.

I feel guilty. I had goldfinches coming to the sock before the storm and I took it down along with all the little metal bits that might go swinging into oblivion - or my window 5 feet away. No damage here. I saw a small branch fall that would have needed to come down one of these days anyways.

Oh no, now I have that song stuck in my head. You know, as a child I never really paid attention to the lyrics, but when I got older I was SHOCKED to realize what it was about! And as I was dark haired and my sister was blond, I was also a bit indignant.

Okay, I'm sure it's just a typo, but "there’s a dozen goldfinches perching the basil" makes me think they're doing some kind of art project, and wonder what said project would look like.

Or a gardening technique for dealing with high winds.

And still wonder what perched basil looks like.

It's a recipe? Of course, that makes more sense. It's probably just a matter of reversing the ratios in that recipe.

I spent the morning helping the community boating place I go to get all the sailboats tied down. We probably buttoned down more than we needed to -- they're talking tropical storm in Boston now -- but it's a big storm and the insurance has a big deductible, so....

But I was watching, and I didn't see any birds. Not a goose. Not a duck. Not a seagull. Not even a pigeon!

So maybe we weren't wasting our time.

In Minnesota, during a windstorm I once saw a bird go by backwards and not under its own power. So I don't know how much faith to place in their teeny little understandings, but it's still probably not a great sign.

There's always got to be one. The other birds were probably watching it on the local news and shaking their heads.

Or filming it to put up on YouTube.

Edited at 2011-08-28 12:15 am (UTC)

It might very well have WANTED to go that way, and was simply riding the wind currents.... but yeah, there are conditions where it is best to hop along the ground, little birdie.

My pet birds were upset before the storm -- I suspect mostly due to the low pressure. While looking up how sensitive birds are to air pressure (answer: very) I found out that birds typically gorge before storms. Curious, I checked my 'tiels food bowl and was surprised to discovered they'd wolfed down about three days worth of food in a single day.

It must be weird to have the weather make you feel hungry. I'm going to bet the reason you don't see a lot of birds out before a storm is because they're stuffed with food and taking an extended nap somewhere. That, or they're at a continuous source of food still gulping it down.

Yay! Thanks for the update, it's good to know things are still sound in your neck of the woods!

Though I have to admit I'd love a pic of the basil with its resident flock of goldfinches... ;)

Plants can be staked. Lives, not so much so. Very Glad you're all doing okay.

You ever plant chard? Goldfinches and orioles both love the stuff. Of course you may never get any for yourself, but the birds will keep you entertained.

Thanks for the luck. Considering that I lost power once today, and the majority is yet to hit me. Basically I'm worried about my cheese going bad.

Oh, The Dreadful Wind And Rain

Oh, the dreadful wind and rain that’s hammering parts of Florida at this time!
I’m glad my bestie’s parents chose to head noth to ride out the storm in safety. They did listen to the message that the governor had been giving for days, I guess.
We’re glad that they’re safe—since yesterday evening, of course.
Had Sean had no issues with his health, he would’ve been in Florida already. He would’ve evacuated with his parents to just outside Orlando—to his half sister’s house to ride out this monstrosity, which is now back up to a Category 4 again.
I ❤ it that my bestie is safe, but we’re both hoping that his family is safe during this obnoxious weather. The “sunshine state” is the soggy state right now with all a huge amount of sideways rain that looks like it’s coming downs extremely haird.

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