A summer storm versus a fence

Rain and unusually high winds battered the mountain last night and this morning.  When we woke up and walked around, we found leaves, tiny branches, and shallow puddles dotting the ground.

Below the house, bigger trees pieces had fallen.  The biggest was this birch bough, actually a major chunk of a tree, which fall onto an old fence we're using to grow berries:

I hauled the thing off the fence and up to the house's back door, so I can cut it up later for firewood, poles, and other uses.

The fence is bent, and we need to straighten it up.

Homesteading is so vulnerable to weather.  It's a cliche, but a true thing.
The flipside is that we have some free firewood.