You might recall the storms I talked about back in late June. I named one Rhode Island and the other Kansas. Yesterday we were visited by Nebraska. You know that stretch between Kearney and Omaha where the wind howls and blows semi trucks over like William Perry running through a defensive line? Yep, That's what came through the yard yesterday. The newscast reported 80 mph winds through the area. There were wheat strands all over the yard, and you can actually see one of them ended up under the giant pumpkin. What a perfect place to land.
That piece of wheat was probably eyeing SHAQ for the last month, waiting for the chance to break free from it's impending doom of having it's head cut off, only to have his body fed to the cows by way of a straw bale. Now was it's chance. It rode the wind tunnel to the base of SHAQ and held on for all it had. Now it will forever be remembered as the soft bed where SHAQ grew. The rest of the wheat is leaning over as a result of being blown by the wind, or maybe, just maybe they are leaning to get a closer look at their old friend laying beneath the behemoth.
He's 63" in circumference, and should weigh more than eighty pounds by morning.
It's a good thing I took down the luv SHAQ, or it would have sailed the wind to Vegas by now.
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