Saturday, June 26, 2010
As the clock struck 10:30pm and half the flock were, um, safely loaded into the EST Jeep, the world went weirdly silent, before the sky caved in on itself and what felt like hurricane-strength winds ripped across the farm sending chickens and humans scattering in it's wake. I distinctly remember running after Oliver shouting,"What do we do?" to which m'boss yelled back "I REALLY DONT KNOW?!"
We all ran towards the greenhouses, which considering the lightening above, probably wasn't the, um, safest thing to do...I hurriedly closed the open side of the third greenhouse and was promptly sent flying through the air by the strength of the wind ripping through the plastic.
The winds ripped one of the sides clean off the middle greenhouse, The big white house lost all power, Trees fell left & right (proving Brother John Lynch not entirely wrong regarding certain things) Ben Two looked Shell-shocked, Max took his shirt off and got a chest full of chickstein poop for his troubles, and somehow no body (human or otherwise) lost their lifes.
The storm came and went in under the hour and we finished moving the chickens.
The next morning they all escaped.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
grub is gone, too gooddear oliver and bonnie and max and the whole mishbucha:i want a wristwatch that tells me it's always earth sky timethe grub is goneit was too goodcause you guys gotthe awesome foodit is so chewyit makes me singit gets me highkeep cvellingyour food comes downfrom up abovewith blessings fromzush,tilul and guvrso when we tastethe chow you're feedingwe get a whiffof pure gan edenso thanks for allthat you guys dofrom oliver and bonnieto the sweetest crewand please stay strongand please keep happyyou give us foodyou share papui want a wristwatch that tells me it's always earth sky timelove, dovid