We're in the middle of a little windstorm here (Portland, OR). Not much of one, really, compared to some of the others I've experienced here.
About 11 p.m. bikerchic and I heard something hit the house, and there was a pretty good thud on the ground. I thought that it was probably just a big branch, but bikerchic came running in and said: "Did you hear that? Did you feel that??" I said: "Yeah, it was probably just a branch." She insisted I go outside to check, so I put on my pants and did my husbandly duty.
Well, needless to say, I was rather surprised when I looked out the kitchen window, and couldn't see anything but cedar branches. Then through the utility room, and again nothing but branches. Then out the back door, and the gate to the back yard was blocked by...you guessed it...more branches. So I'm thinking to myself "Maybe that was a bigger branch than I thought!"
So we went around the other way, and lo and behold, 3 of our 85-foot-tall trees had blown clean down, and in the kitchen/utility what we were seeing was the tops of those trees! Smashed up our gutters and whacked the siding, but so far as we could see (in the middle of the storm) there's no structural damage.
On the south side, where the root ball turned up, the chain link fence is pretty much trashed, and the rear bumper of a pickup that was parked there got lifted up about 4 feet into the air.
So, anyway, who says Sunday nights need to be boring? LOL
We'll post pics if we can.