I should have recognized the warning. Yesterday's sunrise was brilliant...ominous. All kinds of little anomalies popped up over the course the day yesterday and continue this morning: Marigold got crabby and refused to be milked (finally corralled her around 10:30 a.m yesterday; her calf refused to eat the grain he's been eating happily for months; one of the pumps we milk with broke and we're down to milking with one pump; little Jessie is suffering from canine dementia and wavers between some recollection of life as it used to be and general non-responsiveness. Yesterday, she was working turkeys; today she doesn't remember what a turkey is. I inadvertently left my newly made butter on the dehydrator. With the warm air exhausting from nine trays of multiplier onions, the butter melted and --not realizing that it was liquid--I picked it up none too carefully and spilled it all over the concrete. This is a huge mess that I now need to figure out how to clean. How do you get homemade butter off of concrete??? And just now, a fierce and continuous wind from the south visited us with no warning. It had to have been in the 45-55 mph range. It sounded like a coal train running through the yard as the wind scoured the now-empty limbs. Our yard is full of large trees.
I think I'm going to hide out the rest of the day!