On Sept 2nd we had the first fire on the farm that I know of. Roger had just been outside doing morning chores then came in the office of the house to make a few phone calls and a neighbor starting pounding on the kitchen door. "Do you know your shed is on fire?" "I already called 911 and they are on their way."
About 2 hours of fire trucks, hoses, water tankers, and rescue squads, the shed/garage was a pile of ashes. The fire had a strong north wind pushing it to the dry storage freezer where my ship supplies were kept, and then over to the working freezer where I had just tucked away 700 broiler chickens for shipping.
This was on a friday of labor day weekend. Tuesday were were leaving for Washington DC for a National conference for towns and townships. Roger is a township supervisor and I am a treasurer. This is grass roots government of the purest form.
Anyway, we are meeting with adjusters and getting out orders with the boxes that were not destroyed. Just waiting for the new ones to arrive. Then I get a phone call last friday that the truck transporting my boxes had an accident and the boxes were being held by the insurance adjuster. A new shippment should be here monday the 26th.