KAAAABOOOOOMMMM! is, in fact, the sound of lightning striking 60 feet from your front door. It is followed by the feeling of your skin returning back to your muscles – after all, seconds earlier you jumped out of that skin.
You know about lightning safety, I am not here to tell you about that. I know about it also. Heck, I have taught it.
However, there comes a time when you realize that knowing and teaching are nothing even close to actually DOING.
Fire by Lightning
It is one thing to have the wits scared out of you by the sudden crash of a very close lightning strike when you had been enjoying soothing sounds of far off rolling thunder only moments prior.
It is another to start looking to see if you can tell what it hit… and see smoke… coming from your rabbitry. (Our rabbitry is made from a metal carport, the type you see for sale on the side of the road)
Thankfully, we have run water all over our property and a hose was readily available to douse what was a very small fire. Also thankfully, the hose I needed was not the one that was IN the fire…
So, I did my best Smokey the Bear and watered everything down, stomped on it, and checked to see if it was cold. Satisfied with the results, I went back inside the house.
Then, around a hour or so later, Jennifer says “There’s smoke again!”. Not what I wanted to hear. But, alas, I was back out the door to find out how on earth that could be.
Well, as it turns out, there was a bale of peat moss right next to that fire. It had burned a small 3″ x 3″ corner of the bale. Now, I had watered it and felt it as well, and all seemed just fine. Wet. Cold.
But now that I returned to the rabbitry I see that this bale of peat moss is smoldering… ON TOP! The best I can figure is there were still some hot spots deep within the bale which worked their way to the top.
The bale was promptly doused a 2nd time, and taken out to the middle of our rock driveway, for good measure. Here it was again doused, for about 2 solid minutes, as I let the bag fill up with water, drain, and fill up again.
Apparently there is a reason people say ‘for good measure’. Some times it really is worth the extra effort. Sometimes when you think you gave that extra measure, you are proven wrong.
Come morning time The bale of peat moss, which previously only had about two cups of peat removed out of it, now looked like the image to the left.
I asked my wife to just let it burn, and so it did, until 9 hours later when I returned home to find the image to the right. Oh, I failed to mention – it rained all day long.