(Posted at Reasonably Educated Bumpkins as well)
It got a little windy here last week.
Not exactly, "Dorothy, don't let go of Toto" windy, but rather windy.
The kind of windy for which the local weather guys often use the word breezy.
This chunk of barn roof nearly took out my dad's zebra finch house. The roof was a bit damaged, but no birds were harmed. Of course, two did get out, and then they remembered that they have no idea how to deal with out, and tried to get back in. The last I heard one of the two was living in a mobile, parked just outside the bird house door. He's now zebra trash.
Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas at all.