Florence has come and gone (for us, at least) and we’ve made it through with minimal damage, unlike the poor folks in eastern North Carolina.

The chickens were freaked starting on the 14th and spent most of that day tucked up in the front corner of their pen.

On the 15th, the wind really picked up, but by the end of the day on the 16th, the worst had moved through.

Thankfully, we got most of the wind before the rain fell, so at least the ground wasn’t already saturated.  I have a feeling that if it had been reversed, we’d have had a lot more trees down than we did.  We were also super lucky that the bulk of the limbs and trees that came down did so well away from the house, vehicles, fence, and coop.  There were a couple of limbs that came down right beside the chicken pen, which made me glad I’d left their coop door open for them to escape if they needed.  A tree also landed on the back corner of the fence.  I spotted it from the kitchen and was able to move the tree and push the fence back up enough to still be a decent barrier for the dogs.

We were lucky, and I’m grateful for it.