Thursday, March 17, 2016

Storms and Sheds

For many years I have used Costco canvas carports for hay storage. It only takes one winter to discover whether I've chosen a protected enough location. My current shed is tucked into a sheltered area and has been there for several years, unaffected by wind storms. 

I bought a new, cheaper shed (carport) this summer, and put it right next to the survivor. It's a safe spot, right?

We've had several days of windstorms. My new shed made a journey with each one.

The first storm took down one side. It's still windy with heavy rain, so I left repair work for later. Fortunately it was empty.

The next storm sent it flying (and yes, I had it tied down. The tie-downs are mostly still in place.) Notice the original shed is undamaged.

The next day it made it over the top of the other shed, and across the road. Ironically, one of the tie downs got caught on the old shed, helping to hold this one from jumping the fence (while not affecting the stability of the original).

This guy is now mostly dismantled. I'm not sure what to do with it. While it's undamaged, I think it is not stable. Or perhaps my faithful Costco shed has melded with the earth.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016


Everyone loves haystacks - especially those with very long tails.
Taking shelter from a sudden rain squall.

Tuesday, March 08, 2016

On Top

Everyone loves a hay stack.

Lucy the Climber

Saturday, March 05, 2016


My own personal polar bear.

Millie the Magnificant

Thursday, March 03, 2016

No Dog Left Behind

What do you do if you think your person is leaving with the car, and leaving you behind? Jump in the trunk.


have such an important role
on this living sphere
reveal the winds
show the depths of the sky
are beautiful
and ever changing
distribute the waters of the planet
across the lands

Wednesday, March 02, 2016

Room With a View

Winters are always wet here in the Pacific Northwest, but the storms the past two days have been exceptional. Everything is wet. As I was eating lunch I heard "go away" barking. Looking out the window I saw Millie laying on the hay I'd obviously placed there as a dry bed for her. She was warning the silly pony, who wanted to eat this bedding, that this pile was taken.

The previous day, I felt someone was watching me as I walked past the window. I glanced out to look into the bright, dark eyes of my favorite Pyr, keeping an eye on all she protects.

It was raining so hard I could hardly hear myself think. Looking out the window I saw Zander, keeping an eye on the geese and the road beyond. He sat there in a downpour for at least an hour. He hardly notices the rain, but sits on a platform to keep his butt dry.