Armagghedon and Chicken Little

With each rush of the wind and the almost continuous flashes of lightning, Nyxie clung quietly nearby. She doesn't exactly have storm anxiety, and we're careful to keep our energy at calm levels. I'd call what she exibits as "storm uncertainty". She keeps close tabs on us, trying to gauge whether she has cause for true concern.

Keeping Blue Bear safe from thunderboomers

We took our last of the evening walk with the girls at the storm's edge. The razor line between stagnant humidity and the sky spilling its weight. In what had to be 50 mile per hour winds, I held tightly to Arwen's leash and Matt to Nyxie's for that last potty break of the night. All I could think of were pee pads.  No bugs milling about, just a poor up-ended beetle, struggling to right itself.  I nudged it into the bushes.  We saw a bird fly quickly past, surely a Herculean effort in that wind!

As the second night of severe thunderstorms crashed overhead, we braced ourselves for yet another groggy morning.  Without further adieu, I bring you "Texas Weather".

**The video was taken by my phone, so please excuse the quality.  Amazing lightning at about 0:49 and close to the very end, but otherwise, the video is VERY dark! **

I promise to resume my story about our move from Maine to Texas in my next post.  There's just been too much to share lately!

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