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I was in Merryland during Floyd and got the happening idea that I would sit outside on the porch and watch the hurricane. I always loved to sit and watch thunderstorms from my porch so I figured, hey, it's a hurricane. This will be great.

Now the dogs were skeptical but as the good dogs they are they went on the porch where I had everything all set up real nice like.

The rains began and after a bit it got so I had to move the table and chairs back from the rail.

Still the dogs moved along with me but by them they'd much rather be in the house.

So me and the two dogs are scrunched up as close to the house as we can get and still the rains pour upon us. The dogs were really getting testy.

Then entire trees began blowing across my line of vision, limbs, mailboxes and such. I began to wonder if this was such a good idea. The dogs definitely thought not.

Then a whole bunch of birds began flying onto the porch. It was never mind my human presence or the irritated dogs. Wrens, starlings, blue jays, one by one they flew onto the porch then hid their little bird selves high up in the porch eaves. They were totally safe from the storm.

Soon the entire porch was filled with birds, dogs and one human who was beginning to get a little scared.

Well after a while sanity will take over as expected. To the dogs' great relief we all moved inside.

Floyd scared the hell out of me and yet...well for some odd reason the fury of a storm fascinates me.

The fury of a storm fascinates a lot of us. But the fascination turns to fear or at least dismay when it's OUR mailbox that goes flying down the street.

Shelley the Lab says,

"Sounds like your dogs have a lot more sense than you do!"

well for some odd reason the fury of a storm fascinates me.

Why do you think most of us are on this thread? :-)