Apres nous, le Deluge
Jul. 19th, 2005 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancinghorseMy barn is gone.
We had a microburst last night--like being in a dishwasher during the rinse cycle--and when it rolled off, spitting lightning, the paddock shelter had blown apart (expected, the tarp was old and needed to be replaced; I was hoping to do that this weekend). I went out to pull the tarp remnants out of the way, and found that Gaudia had teleported into the paddock with keed--through three strands of hot tape--and that the barn looked very strange.
Two-thirds of its roof was gone. Part was twisted and thrown down, which you can see in the icon--it's since subsided further and half the big white part is now sticking up into the air--and Ember was in hysterics as it had done this right over her head. The remnants landed in Pandora's pen, but she was simply staying out of the way. Lipp mind vs. Arab mind. Pook was trying to climb out of the arena by the far corner. I found out why somewhat later. The roof of the middle stall, where Capria was, had levitated 75 feet and crashed in the arena. Capria was unperturbed. Camilla, in the foaling stall, was also OK: it still had a roof.
Ember is seeing the vet any minute now--her neck is 'way out of whack. The rest are in the paddock until further notice, since there is a large, sharp piece of mangled steel smack in the middle of their turnout. No way it's movable, it literally weighs a ton, and it needs to stay in situ until the official stuff is taken care of. Barn guy is coming Thursday to do an estimate, and sending a crew tomorrow to take down the twisty sculpture. I've reconfigured Pandora's pen to prevent this morning's heart attack: my very large mare snoozing under a mess of twisted, sharp-edged metal that barely cleared her ears. She has shelter, at least. Her porta-port is completely intact, which tells me this was a microburst, when a heavy roof immediately next to it went sailing to Oz.
I'm indulging in a brief chronic fatigue attack--fuzzy brain and flattened exhaustion--before dealing with the vet and calling the insurance. Which may not cover this. But we'll see.
This is on top of the trailer next door (scuzzy trailer number three, west end) burning down last Thursday noon. I came out and saw the smoke going up, ran in and called 911, and by the time I got back out it was a goner. The fire department managed to keep the fire from spreading, but we got a lot of smoke, which was not very pleasant. The people who rented the trailer were not home at the time. I don't know if their dogs were inside or not. I couldn't get within 100 feet to get the door open and see--it went up too fast. It's now a burnt-out hulk with salvage trucks coming and going.
Disaster Alley, anyone?
I least I got to Potter all weekend. That was a nice interlude.
We had a microburst last night--like being in a dishwasher during the rinse cycle--and when it rolled off, spitting lightning, the paddock shelter had blown apart (expected, the tarp was old and needed to be replaced; I was hoping to do that this weekend). I went out to pull the tarp remnants out of the way, and found that Gaudia had teleported into the paddock with keed--through three strands of hot tape--and that the barn looked very strange.
Two-thirds of its roof was gone. Part was twisted and thrown down, which you can see in the icon--it's since subsided further and half the big white part is now sticking up into the air--and Ember was in hysterics as it had done this right over her head. The remnants landed in Pandora's pen, but she was simply staying out of the way. Lipp mind vs. Arab mind. Pook was trying to climb out of the arena by the far corner. I found out why somewhat later. The roof of the middle stall, where Capria was, had levitated 75 feet and crashed in the arena. Capria was unperturbed. Camilla, in the foaling stall, was also OK: it still had a roof.
Ember is seeing the vet any minute now--her neck is 'way out of whack. The rest are in the paddock until further notice, since there is a large, sharp piece of mangled steel smack in the middle of their turnout. No way it's movable, it literally weighs a ton, and it needs to stay in situ until the official stuff is taken care of. Barn guy is coming Thursday to do an estimate, and sending a crew tomorrow to take down the twisty sculpture. I've reconfigured Pandora's pen to prevent this morning's heart attack: my very large mare snoozing under a mess of twisted, sharp-edged metal that barely cleared her ears. She has shelter, at least. Her porta-port is completely intact, which tells me this was a microburst, when a heavy roof immediately next to it went sailing to Oz.
I'm indulging in a brief chronic fatigue attack--fuzzy brain and flattened exhaustion--before dealing with the vet and calling the insurance. Which may not cover this. But we'll see.
This is on top of the trailer next door (scuzzy trailer number three, west end) burning down last Thursday noon. I came out and saw the smoke going up, ran in and called 911, and by the time I got back out it was a goner. The fire department managed to keep the fire from spreading, but we got a lot of smoke, which was not very pleasant. The people who rented the trailer were not home at the time. I don't know if their dogs were inside or not. I couldn't get within 100 feet to get the door open and see--it went up too fast. It's now a burnt-out hulk with salvage trucks coming and going.
Disaster Alley, anyone?
I least I got to Potter all weekend. That was a nice interlude.
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Date: 2005-07-19 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-07-19 10:19 pm (UTC)I hope they were with the family. They were obnoxious dogs and were starting to show signs of going after the horses (not trivial when one was a mastiff puppy), but still.