Good grief, this past week has made me feel lucky to be alive. There seems to be danger lurking about here in the country...
A few days ago I was sitting at the computer when a thunderstorm started blowing through, as it often does here on this hill we live on. I almost fell out of my chair when the loudest crack of lightning I've ever heard exploded nearby. Dang it was loud. I hoped the poor chickens in the coop hadn't died from heart attacks it was so loud. The next day I saw where it hit - just feet from our cabin, right next to the temporary chicken run outside the kitchen. I'd just taken the younger chickens back in the house before it hit. Check it out:
Can you imagine if it had hit someone in the head? It exploded a couple of bricks and you can see one brick in the top, right part of the picture that it moved. And it put a hole in the ground! (That's sand on the ground, fyi.)
The same day, before the storm hit, I was collecting some wood shelving we have outside to create a little play area for the youngest chicks - who hadn't been outside yet. I reached for one of the shelves and jumped back when I saw my hand millimeters away from this:
That's a black widow spider (in a jar that I've jailed her in). She was hovering over her egg sack when I nearly put my hand on her and has since made a new one. Oh goody, there were going to be lots of little baby black widows romping all over our yard. Oh guineas, please grow quickly so you can devour these guys.
And last night Mike stepped on a flippin' scorpion in the kitchen! Aaaaargghhhh. He said it hurt (and he did let out a few profanities), but the pain went away quickly and seemed to not affect him. Good thing he has feet like shoe leather, huh? But how did it get into the house?! No picture of the scorpion though; they are way too ugly to look at and I didn't get or even want to take a picture. Ugh, I hate those nasty looking things. Yeah, I used the "hate" word, one I rarely use, but I hate scorpions and roaches and mosquitoes. I don't really hate spiders, even black widows. Let's just say I have a great amount of "respect" for them. I normally don't kill spiders, but the black widows meet their maker because they can mess you up.
So, we survived this past week's crazy weather and creepy crawlies. What's next? A copperhead? We have them here, but I've not seen one yet... thank goodness.
Next: garden pictures... finally!