The storm came through Wednesday night and our power flickered seven to eight times before finally going out. Tree on the lines somewhere, we thought.
The dogs were barking, so I shined the spotlight up the driveway 20 minutes later and saw that the power pole with a transformer on it that feeds our barn was lying across our driveway. I called it in to Union Electric.
It was so peaceful to go to sleep – no electric hums, no stray lights, just quiet and dark.
Until 12:30 a.m., when the linemen knocked on the door asking what that transformer fed. We said the barn and three freezers full of pork.
One of the guys climbed the pole in the backyard and cut the cables. I told them I thought it could wait till morning, our freezers would be OK till then, but they said a line truck was en route with a new pole.
The guys from Union Electric were awesome. They decided to replace the pole Wednesday night.
The down side was there were three trucks in our driveway shining headlights into our bedroom for three to four hours.
Tom Turkey was roosting on the front porch and every time the crew hammered or backed up a truck with “beep beep beep,” he gobbled 15 feet from where we were trying to sleep.
It is three in the morning, the linemen have heard Tom gobble and start calling back to him. They must be turkey hunters. Some of them are trying to sound like other turkeys, but then one of the lineman screams like a peacock. Tom goes off and gobbles back.