In a very noisy way. A windy way. When I am outside in a wind like this TonTon cannot hear me call him. The peacocks do not even bother coming out. It is fiercely loud. Yesterday the wind roared all day. Last night it raced past the house screeching and trying out every crack, and as I sit in my dark little study writing, this morning, it is still howling out there.
Most of the animals pay no attention to the wind. Except I notice that the faces of the cows are more tearful. Their eyes are so huge that the dust in the wind must bother them.
It certainly bothers me. Working in the barn yesterday the hay and straw and dust flew about inside. Can you see the big doors bowed inwards. 
As soon as the wind drops I will have to close and properly latch them against the weather. This one has pushed its blocks back inside and is jammed against the concrete floor, I cannot shift it with a 50 mph wind battering its shoulder into it from the other side. I hate to shut out the light but screaming winter is coming. Time to close the big doors. 
Hairy is on the other side, looking in. Go back to your own side Hairy, your door is open.
Daisy’s feed has been increased to winter rations. She needs 2 pound of hay for every 100 pounds of bodyweight. So she will have 30 pounds of hay a day, plus eight pounds of grain. Her milk production had increased after she started feeling better and putting her back on the beleagured grass for 24 hours. But with the rain she is back off the grass so I will increase the dry food again. 
The Daily View does not show you how warm it was yesterday.
In fact it got up to 70F. Then plummeted. And now as I write it is 32. Freezing. I guess I will have to light the fire today. We were promised snow and sleet overnight but if it arrived it was quickly whisked away by the wind, along with all the leaves and dust from the fields, and anything not nailed down or carefully stowed away. I sometimes wonder where it all goes. Does the wind collect all this debris then at the end of its own journey, when it stops being a bendy-tree wind, does the gale exhale and just dump everything it has collected into one big heap somewhere. If you are at the end of the line can you look for my good green bucket and the teenagers black bowler hat? Thank you.
Good morning everyone. I should have written some of this last night when it was warm, as it is I am hunched over my keyboard, dressed for outside, hattie and scarf on already. Tapping away with chilled fingers.
So off out I must go.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
65 responses to “Blown Away”
Hairy is quite the character isn’t he. 🙂
This has been a most interesting geographical blog for me: assuming the cold change was NWesterly, I can place where many of you live now 🙂 ! Hate the wind: anything wild in nature disturbs my ‘soul’ also !!!
A nor/west there, is like a sou/east here, tho this wind was straight out of the south which is why it was so warm – before it switched to the northerly which is the coldest one.. and now it is still and freezing literally.. c
OK, got my bearings: meteorology being one of my hobbies [heritage from darling Dad] have revised some of my ‘estimates’ :D! But obviously the ‘troublemaker’ came from the north!!! Here it is the ruddy W or SW!!!!!
In the deep winter you will see that if we get an easterly, we are in trouble. Because bad weather from the East takes a long time to go away again.. funny how we have to swing our brains about like that.. Because that would be your Westerly.. OK my brain is exploding..c
🙂 ! Sorry, Celi !!
ni ni darling.. c
Enjoyed your blog post wow it looks cold on your farm.
You KNOW that I am not fond of wind right now, post-Sandy. But I am glad to be back following the goings on on the farmy! Hope you are well!
What weather extremes you are having! That wind sounds really fierce. But at least you have the world of your imagination to disappear into. Sometimes creativity flourishes while the elements rage, I find.
It is a lovely environment to escape to.. an upcountry NZ sheep station!! in the late summer.. nice..
Sounds perfect!
It’s odd to think of wind as loud, but when it picks up in Chicago, it’s impossible to even hear yourself think!
Fingerless gloves are useful for typing (and playing guitar) in cold weather. Can you get some or make some? (Know anyone who knits?)
It rainy and cold here, I have come home from work in the pouring rain and carted the buckets of Muslie out to the calves. Just when I got back inside it stopped raining……Mother Nature can have a nasty sense of humour sometimes! Perhaps the bucket and hat will end up here and then you can pick them up in a few weeks.
I don’t care much for those high winds, screeching and trying out every crack. You described them so well. Stay warm!
I think it depends on the kind of wind, and where you live. In SoCal the Santa Anas would blow dirt and sand into the cracks of your car and home. They deposited the debris into tops of trees and the bases of chain-link fences, and the bad ones stole your roof shingles and sandblasted your cars paint and windows. Here the winds (mostly) blow over the tops of the big oaks and make them do a boogy-dance, which knocks the branches and (sometimes) big limbs to the ground, where they land like lances and stand at attention. Then there is the other kind of wind. The swirly kind that takes everything in it wake, picking it up, shredding it, and then dropping it all along the way, sometimes 83 miles away. I can handle the wind, I am used to it from living in SoCal, but the big swirly kind is frightening to me. ~Lynda
What a great comment, you certainly know your winds.. we seem to just have the strong straight into your face kind, though all the little branches that fall are usually dead already and make good kindling! c
I looked and I looked, no good green bucket and the teenagers black bowler hat…around here…
I am not looking forward to the water lugging days ahead…still no running water to the animals…ah well.
Oh I understand.. but we have such GOOD arms!! c