Okay, the storms have got to stop. I don’t mind the little ones with a little rumble now and again and a light rain, but these monsoons we have been having with gusting winds (2 in 24 hours). I mean winds up to 70mph are just ridiculous according to my standards. Of course my standards may be a little biased, I don’t think we should ever have anything blowing near my house over 30mph. These are things you must worry about living in the forestry.
This is the third tree we’ve lost in storms since living  here. It’s getting a little unsettling because the trees that are falling all around us just keep getting closer and closer. There’s one in my front yard that’s not even 20 feet from the house that is slowing dying from the inside so eventually it will either fall over or we will have to cut it down. They are so unpredictable, some of them last years standing tall with no new growth or greenery not even beginning to lean one way or another then all of a sudden you have a big gust and down she goes without a warning. Now mind you this tree is 50 feet tall and is not leaning in any direction at the moment, so who knows where she’ll end up. (All my trees are girls unless they have nuts growing on them, those are boys)
If you notice in the second photo Tucker and Abby are checking out our most recent victim. The storm that murdered this innocent tree was so fierce that Tucker was hiding out in the woods (obviously not the safest place to be). I stood on the front porch calling out for him, because the front porch is his home and it’s covered so he’s safe there. All of a sudden I see his head pop out from behind the murdered tree and the minute he heard me calling his name he dashed straight in through the front door. The funny part about that is that Tucker is strictly an outside dog. He’s only been inside 2 other times mainly because he’s usually very timid. He was an abandoned puppy that showed up at my parents and was seriously in need of food and social skills. He’s slowly getting more comfortable with people so it struck a funny note with me that he did not even hesitate to bolt right inside.
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If you notice in the second photo Tucker and Abby are checking out our most recent victim. The storm that murdered this innocent tree was so fierce that Tucker was hiding out in the woods (obviously not the safest place to be). I stood on the front porch calling out for him, because the front porch is his home and it’s covered so he’s safe there. All of a sudden I see his head pop out from behind the murdered tree and the minute he heard me calling his name he dashed straight in through the front door. The funny part about that is that Tucker is strictly an outside dog. He’s only been inside 2 other times mainly because he’s usually very timid. He was an abandoned puppy that showed up at my parents and was seriously in need of food and social skills. He’s slowly getting more comfortable with people so it struck a funny note with me that he did not even hesitate to bolt right inside.
