Somewhere, Charles Fort smiles.
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Meh. I'm holding out for flaming lizards.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought about Fortean Fafrotskys in a long time.
ReplyDeleteMakes me miss the days of Frank Edwards too.
Were they all the same sort of apple?
ReplyDeleteNo, seriously. That could indicate that a local "downburst" had yanked them up from an orchard.
Localized and small-scale weather anomalies are an old story here in OH, and would have amused CHF. My favorite happened in Ross Co. about a decade ago. A narrow, horizontal "tunnel-wind" burst ripped across a pasture like a cannon shot, and neatly punched a ten-foot diameter hole right through a barn's center loft lengthwise, spraying its contents all over the barnyard on the downwind end. Except for the bits like some of the heavier planking that ended up a mile away.
In fact, the wind (or whatever it was) cored the barn's loft like, well, an apple. ;-)
It got a front page photo in the Lancaster Eagle-Gazette, complete with the farmer and local sheriff looking at it wondering, "How did it do that?"
Mother Nature has a lot of tricks up her sleeve. And, I suspect, a wicked sense of humor.
cheers
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