“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”
– Wizard of Oz
Our dairy farm now boasts a hay shed roof that spans 20 acres. Bits of it, anyway.
We knew yesterday’s winds were coming, so had shifted the cows, heifers and calves to shelter.
The calves big enough to be weaned in the next couple of weeks were bunkered down in the hay shed when Mother Nature began her renovation work. Thankfully, none of them or the Maremmas who live with them were injured.
Nor were any of the yearlings who could have escaped through crushed fences Alex and I discovered during “border patrol” this morning. We count ourselves very lucky.