Friday, 25 January 2008

O Western wind, when wilt thou blow?

This house has been far out at sea all night,
The woods crashing through darkness, the booming hills,
Winds stampeding the fields under the window
Floundering black astride and blinding wet

Till day rose... (Ted Hughes)

Have I mentioned before that I hate wind? Even ordinary blustery days turn me into a cat with my fur ruffled the wrong way, skittery and tetchy and generally on edge. I hate my hair being mussed up the minute I go outside, and the way every object develops a will of its own and refuses to cooperate: flowerpots snatch out of your hand and whip away into the distance, smoke from the chimney blows in your face, dust gets in your eyes. In this not-very-windtight house doors left ajar for a moment bang incessantly, then slam when the back door is opened. Last year a gale almost blew the side wall off the garden shed.

Today is just such a day, and it has followed a night of relentless clattering and howling. I crave silence and respite from the ceaseless movement. I'm reminded that I still haven't phoned the tree man to come and deal with our ageing ash trees, which are constantly shedding small branches, and occasionally a larger one. But rather than spurring me into action, the knowledge is a further irritant. I can't do it now, it will have to wait until my fur will all lie in the right direction.

We're getting all fluffed up, here...

The chickens, too, are all ruffled up, and look at me very reproachfully when I go outside. I have tried to create some shelter for them at one end of their run, but like me, they'll have to manage until it blows itself out. The forecast for tomorrow is slightly better, but much the same as today on Sunday. Humph!


BooksPlease said...

I'm with you on this. Wind can be so destructive. It's peaceful here just now, but the wind can howl around this house sometimes and our cat just goes beserk - I always can tell when there's even a little breeze as she comes in through the cat flap at great speed, skids into the kitchen and up the stairs as though she is being chased.

Anonymous said...

While I don't like wind particularly for me it is rain that I simply do not do. If you have hair like mine (curly, curly and curly) rain does you absolutely no favours at all.

mutterings and meanderings said...

It's certainly picked up again today. I hate hate hate it - I hate driving it - and I especially hate it at the weekend when I want to ride because my horse hate hate hates it too.

GeraniumCat said...

M&M, I certainly regretted not having cleaned out the chickens yesterday afternoon when it was calmer. Poor Grey Mare, too, I know exactly how you both feel.

GeraniumCat said...

Oops, that last comment got away from me before I finished it!

Booksplease, our cats used to do the same, and we had a big longhaired one who would get all fluffed up. His temper on those occasions meant that he was better left alone.

TT, I really dislike rain in London, my hair goes all frizzy and arrive everywhere looking a complete mess.

mountainear said...

It's the stuff of drama, wind. Our neighbour says it makes her feel 'agitated' and I remember small children being more boisterous on windy days.

My hens get all clucky and indignent at being buffeted by this invisible force too.

GeraniumCat said...

M'ear, I think the sons have always been calmer about wind than me, but my goats used to get very skittish.

Today the Bluebell Girls are being very patient about the steady rain, but they look rather miserable.