Lucky Number 14
We got blasted by another wicked windstorm today, the fourteenth so far this winter (previously, we might have seen two during a normal winter). The kids and the dog had a ball running around in the wind, but the poor birds were battered.
We drove past a local park during the storm’s peak, and there were hundreds of crows (I couldn’t capture their numbers in one photo) being blown about. Some were tumbling through the air, and others were hunched flat to the ground trying to avoid the gusts. A couple of them lost their battle with the wind.
To top it all off, the temperature suddenly dropped by about 8 degrees, and snow started falling (well, if you consider blowing straight sideways falling).
Dozens more trees were blown down in Stanley Park. Fortunately, over a million dollars have already been raised to help replant and restore what was lost.
A friend sent me this photo of her husband and brother (both well over 6 feet tall) standing in front of one of the root balls that they came across while in the park the other day.I’ll stop talking about the weather soon, I promise. As an aside, Little Mosque in the Prairie (see the previous post) was hilarious. Think Northern Exposure with a Muslim perspective.