I prepared for Sandy in a funny way.
I locked up the girls in the house, moved their waterer inside, gathered the eggs, and closed the window.
The coop looks weird, empty in the middle of the day.
Did I buy any water for myself? No.
Did I buy canned goods? No.
Did I protect my chickens from the hurricane?
Gunther and I watched from the cozy indoors.
And Tuesday dawned, sun on dark clouds, and the smell of spring in October.