The fir trees in the photo below are used to bending away from the prevailing southeast winds. The bay is loaded in whitecaps, a sure sign that only fools would go out there in a small boat. No fools visible today.
It blew so hard today that the firs in my backyard suffered in spite of being partly sheltered behind my house. When the rain let up somewhat, I went outside to take a picture of the branch that broke in the wind today. Apparently the rain hadn’t quite stopped, as you can see from the big drop that fell right in the middle of my camera lens. I was going to try to edit it out, but then I thought, “No, this is part of the picture. It was wet out there.”
If you look to the left of the tree closest to you, near the middle, you can see that a branch is near the ground, but still hanging on the tree. It is broken and hanging by a thread way up high. See the birdhouse on the tree? Go up about the same distance again as the birdhouse is from ground level and you will see the break.
Here is a close-up of the top of that broken branch.
I guess I could try swinging on the branch like Tarzan and it would come off, but if it broke mid-swing, that might not be too much fun.
Branches flying everywhere,
Look! A sliding patio chair,
Time to get some firewood,
Raining, so put up your hood,
Fir cones pelt the woodshed roof,
Put your hard hat on, you goof.
Quickly, fill that barrow now,
Gusts of wind are screaming – “Wow!”
Push the wood up to the house,
Knowing you’ve exposed a mouse,
Hiding by the firewood stack
She resettles farther back.
Birds are huddling in a shrub,
Dangerous to come out for grub.
Just get through this awful night,
Tomorrow things will be all right.