The gang got together a couple daze ago and cut an opening big enough for a full size pick up to get thru. That is how We got our freezers to the green zone. Last night at midnight, a power company rig clipped all the lines blocking the other way out. Every community around us has power, almost anyway. Being patient. Counting blessings. A giant tree cut our pigs off to the furest pen on the property. Got it city up but have to repair fences.
The worst of it was the chickens. We had damage to the big house and a bunch got tangled and mangled. After the storm we had to sperate bodies and remove the cannibals. It was a horror scene. We burned x amount of chickens on a pallet bon fire. Kept throwing them on over and over. We had countless chicks in brooders that needed heat and they were also cremated. Countless positive candled eggs in incubation. They exploded on the fire. It was a sad event. Our barn kept the teenagers alive. There is around 50 that are happy. 3 of our breeding houses were unscathed.
Goats were confused and screaming/crying all night. They hate water and they were drenched on our front porch, far away from the pasture trees that looked like fishing rods with whales on the hook.
I was more worried for my animals than anything. Its over as far as the storm is concerned but the memories are etched in my mind.
...tacky as in "sticky."
I never considered the "other" meaning.
'Cause you don't wanna to make a mess!
instead.
