Gone with the Wind
Well we had a nice folding shelter for the goats in the pasture area. The key word here is had! I got home from work and the heat was unbearable, thunderstorms were on the way. Normally we will pull the tarp off the shelter before a storm, this time we had a very bad blond moment. We did not pull of the tarp and nor did we close the goat’s front door. So out in the blinding rain I went, I got the door closed. The wind was howling but the barn did not even let out a creak. The shelter was not so lucky, it was reduced to a pile of twisted metal. There was no hope of repair so off to the junkyard it goes!
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