Peevish Pen

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Ill Wind

It's an ill wind that blows nobody good.

About a mile down the road from me, an ill wind must have been blowing recently. This morning, we noticed something about the dairy farm's hay shed didn't look quite right.

Let's take a closer look.

Yep, the overhang on the right is missing. Where could it be?

Oh, it's across the road. Here's one part. . . .

. . . with some smaller pieces in the background. . . 

. . . and here's another piece. 

Must have been some big wind to blow a large roof over the building, all the way across the road, and then bust it up into pieces.

Definitely an ill wind if there ever was one.

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Blogger CountryDew said...

I heard there were some fierce storms yesterday, but we did not get them.

2:29 PM  
Blogger Franz X Beisser said...

Yup, once tin becomes air-born it makes quite a kite!

3:20 PM  
Blogger Sweet Virginia Breeze said...

Glad no one was on the road when the roof went flying by - could have been dangerous.

9:30 PM  

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