Efter Stormen -- After the Storm

I nat - eller rettere vel i går aftes - stormede det voldsomt. Skribenten var i København for at holde foredrag, og inden han nåede hjem, stod tog og busser stille. Så Uglemor og Ugleungerne var helt alene hjemme i den værste storm i lang tid.Ingen af Ugleungerne havde været i skole, for vi var kommet frygteligt sent hjem morgenen inden. Trolden passede dog sine klavertimer, og kom gennemblødt hjem.
Uglemor tog på indkøb, da Trolden var kommet hjem. Og ih, hvor det dog blæste. Så meget at Uglemor begyndte at frygte for at detr skulle ske noget med Ugleboet. Men heldigvis havde de fornuftige Ugleunder lukket alle vinduer og lagt de farlige ting ned. Vi ryddede Ugleboets have for haveborde og stole, vandkander, stiger, drivbænke og hvad der ellers kunne tænkes at kunne flyve væk.
Medens vi forberedte aftensmaden, hørte vi over stormens hylen en sær, rumlende lyd. Vi er vant til at naboens heste larmer temmelig meget, så vi tog os ikke særligt af det. Så skulle Uglemor hente lidt krydderurter. Udenfor mødte der et farligt syn. Et stort asketræ var væltet og dets grene lå hen over taget på udhuset. Uglemor gik videre og hørte en sær, raslende lyd bagved. Hun sprang ind under buen, og hørte en tagsten ramme lige bag sig. Urgh. Nu var passagen lige bag hende fyldt af grene og tagsten. Heldigvis er der også en havedør, så Uglemor gik ind ad den, låste den, og trak gardinerne for alle vinduerne.
Der skete ikke mere, selv om stormen tog til i styrke og det var meget uhyggeligt.
I vores landsby er der adskillige væltede træer, flere tagsten er blæst af kirken, og ting er fløjet rundt over det hele.

Uglemor har meget at være taknemmelig for:

Fornuftige Ugleunger, der tænker og gør noget.
At vi kom hjem med flyet mandag morgen og ikke tirsdag.
At Skribenten ikke kom noget til, men fandt en ven at overnatte hos.
At tagstenen ikke ramte mig i hovedet.
At ledningerne herud blev gravet ned for nogle år siden,. så strømmen ikke gik.
At træet ikke væltede lige ned i vores udhus, hvor Hvalrossen bor
Og endelig at Hvalrossen var ude at rejse. - - - - - -

Yesterday evening a big storm hit Denmark. The Writer was at work in Copenhagen, and before he was able to return, all traffic was stopped, and he had to stay overnight at a friend's place. MotherOwl and the Owlets were alone in the worst storm ever (maybe).
The Owlets had not been to school, as we arrived home early Monday morning. (The plane landed at midnight, but we were not home until half past 4 in the morning, but that's another story). Trolli had piano lessons which he attended, and when he arrived home, MotherOwl went shopping. In town she was almost blown away and hurried home with the next bus, afraid to find the Owlery hit by disaster as we have several old trees near the house. But the wise little Owlets had closed all windows and doors and everything was fine. We spent the next hour or so tying down and putting away.
Darkness fell, and we started cooking. We heard some strange sounds, but ascribed them to the horses at the neighbour. MotherOwl foolhardily left the house to pick herbs for the meal. Outside a part of a giant tree had fallen and the branches lay on top of the Walrus' house. As she walke on, MotherOwl heard a scraping, rushing sound and jumped under the arch connecting the two houses. A wise move as branches and roof tiles fell from the small house. One tile just missing MotherOwl. As the way back was unsafe, MotherOwl enterd the house via the garden door, made sure that all windows were closed and pulled the curtains tight.
Nothing more happened, but it was very noisy and scaring.
In our small village several trees have fallen, tiles are blown down fronm the church, and in general things have blown around.

MotherOwl is grateful that:

Wise Owlets closed all windows while she went shopping
Nothing happende to The Writer, and tjat he found a place to sleep
That we arrived home by plane one night before the storm.
That the tile missed me
That the Walrus was on holiday while his house was hit.
That only tiles fell off. The inner watertight membrane is still whole.
That the tree fell practically between the Walrus' house and the neighbours' shed.
That the power supply lines were put underground some years ago. Before that power outage during storms and often in between were a sure thing. We did not loose current a second yesterday.




Buen med tagstenen der ikke ramte Uglemor
The arch with the tile, that missed MotherOwl





Det væltede træ set fra vores køkkenvindue.
View from our kitchen window this morning