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Wind has calmed down after gusty to 45 mph. Urchins gone, a pot of soup simmering away on the stove. Made a run to the coop to pick up a loaf of Zingerman's bread to go with. Soup is an italian sausage (from local raised pigs), wine and cabbage affair with a little this and little that. No eye of newt but because of all the red wine it is a weird color. Taste great, looks odd but then I like all things purple.