High winds yesterday played havoc with the hydro. One might have thought that after all the line-clearing that took place prior to the G8, there would be no trees left to fall on lines. One would be wrong.
The wind was quite unsettling, roaring like a freight train in the tree tops. At one point during the day, one of the chickens -- running towards me on tiptoes, wings outstretched -- actually achieved lift-off... The chicken was as suprised as anyone.
The hydro went out, came on, went out again.
Not as hot as at Long Boat Key, where Brian, Carol and Dave are disporting themselves on the beach this week... Even while on vacation, they are always willing to promote our name, as you can see from their current sandcastle creation.
But our surf was just about as good as theirs. And we had a great blue heron here, as well.
We don't however, have those lovely sandpipers.
Love the photos, Nancy! Would have loved to sit down with you for a long chat, but you never seem to sit still! The kittens love Napster's cards, Sady is a bit reserved, however.
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