Earthquakes, fence posts and a fox.

Hubby and I were sitting here quite comfortable this morning when I felt vibration under my feet.
‘Did you feel that?’ I asked.
‘Yes I did. I think it might have been an earth tremor,’ and he went back to his blog.

In February 2008, we were awakened in the early hours by a rumble which Hubby calmly announced was an earthquake and after checking the house, he went back to sleep!  It wasn’t my first encounter as we’d felt aftershocks from Weymouth when I worked in Poole, but this was a bit closer to home (link)

When a second and third vibration followed, Hubby was up and outside asking me to let him know if I felt anything else. There is some construction work going on at the academy in the next road, but nothing was happening there at the time, there was no heavy traffic or boom box music, and surprisingly there was no-one about at all.
It was strangely still, then everything started to feel normal again.
We’ve felt and heard nothing since, apart from the typhoons and tornado aircraft doing their practice runs parallel to the beach, so got on with our day to day business.

You may remember this post from a while back. The lady at the bottom of the garden hasn’t tried her hand, or should I say mobility scooter, at demolition recently and in the latest winds, we’ve been aware that the back fence is just a little too flexible for our liking.
Hubby bought an eight foot post today, and with my help at being his gopher, this afternoon’s job has been cementing it in and securing it to the existing woodwork.

As a matter of courtesy I went round to let our neighbour know what we were doing.
I obviously caught her at a bad time (or would like to think so) as she was, for want of a better expression, a mess. Dirty, untidy, and when she opened the door the cigarette smoke was so glad to escape, it knocked me back a step. She was OK though.
Anyway, the job is done, and it’s solid, so even if she does whack it again, the fence isn’t likely to come crashing down.

A couple of weeks ago, Hubby noticed a mound of poo on our drive and wasn’t impressed that someone had let their dog foul on our property. However, when clearing it up, it was more likely to be that of a fox as it was green, and I have seen one trotting along on the opposite side of the road a couple of times.
Today as I was getting the water hose sorted for Hubby’s concreting, I noticed a pile of poo on the pathway alongside the front of our house. I knew it wasn’t Maggie, and when I cleared it up it was greenish, so guess the fox has been back. I hosed down the path so everything is clean and tidy out there, and Hubby will have to do his trick as he did when we had the chickens, and urinate around our perimeter. Obviously not being in the country now he can hardly do it in the early evening, so I’ve suggested  he does the business in a bucket and then ‘water the paths’ from that. Female human pee apparently isn’t strong enough.

It’s been an interesting day!

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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8 Responses to Earthquakes, fence posts and a fox.

  1. Here in the West of America (Utah), earthquakes are so frequent, one barely notices them…well until something falls off a shelf or a chair jumps 10 feet in the air, with someone IN it… the last ‘big one’ we had was north of here in Idaho. Apparently it was quite a strong one too, but the shock waves that spread from it hit our little town and many people got concerned (me among them). I called my infirm neighbors to make sure everyone was okay, and found that some of them didn’t even know a quake had happened.

    I never knew human urine (male or female) was a good deterrent to wild animals…huh. One learns something each day and tucks it away. Of course that knowledge does me no good as no XYers live in my home…

    • I was in NZ when they had a big earthquake in South Island in 2010. Hubby was anxious and said he hadn’t sent me all that way to be pancaked by an earthquake! When staying in Napier there was a distinct quake and my hostess wasn’t fazed by it in the least. I visited Christchurch before the really big one did so much damage, and it was amazing to see seemingly unaffected buildings standing next to piles of rubble. It was an interesting holiday.

  2. tidalscribe says:

    Yes, I think we sometimes blame cats and dogs when it is local foxes.

  3. Mws R says:

    Interesting it sounds like.

  4. You are becoming a poo and pee expert. Perhaps you could have done a more intriguing title! 🙂

  5. We occasionally get tremors, but thankfully no real earthquakes. During one tremor, I remember hearing strange sounds in the basement. We had stored some old Furbys down there (with the batteries still in), and the vibration from the tremor caused them to start talking to each other! It was really weird hearing that.

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