Reblog | Gmoyes

...yeah.

Everyone got out. That's probably the most important thing to say before we move on: no deaths, no injuries. Not only are the humans okay, but there was a barn involved and all of the animals were saved.

Which doesn't mean there isn't a lot to deal with.

Here's the situation as I currently understand it.

This is sort of for one of our own: Gmoyes -- and you're not looking at the remains of their home. This residence belonged to a friend of their brother and as you can see, it's gone. There's an investigation under way as to how the fire started, and I can't really say more than that right now. But... the blaze started at the van, moved to barn and house, and you can see the results. The kiddie pool is effectively indestructible. Nothing else fared quite that well.

So the former residents had nowhere to live.

And now they're living with Gmoyes.

Who, in their own words, is "hosting three more people, 3 goats, 2 dogs, a cat, a rooster and a rabbit."

(Grandma's feather bed is not available.)

So it's trying to offer some level of help.
It's about ringing the bell for someone in need.
But as much as anything else, it is very much about getting that loudmouthed rooster out of the house.

This link goes to the associated GoFundMe.

(My contribution was to offer a blog and... rewriting the assistance request, because when you're fighting for notice in the middle of a thousand other fundraisers, first impressions can be important. Hopefully the edited version goes up soon. And please keep in mind that the original was written by someone who'd just lost their home. Stress plays a part.)

I recognize that it's a significant goal to reach, and I'm not expecting -- or asking -- everyone here to do it as a site collective. And as always, this is about what you want to -- and can -- do. Your judgment, your decision, and you have to make your own call. No one is being faulted or pressured.

But there's a lost home.
And a rooster.
I had a rooster in my area for months. He went off around 5 a.m. Every morning. Without mercy.
(For a while now, I've been entertaining a one-shot story concept, about a pony who sees cheap property available and makes a mistake: namely, trying to live next to the cottage. Title? The Neighbor Of The Beasts.)
Also, there's goats.
I've been trying not to think about the goats.