Think of them as vents

Since it was only spitting this morning, I decided to hike over to the house to see how the new roof held up under the inch-plus onslaught.

It turns out that Tuesday's drench was the first significant rain since . . . November, a record dry spell that started right after Wilma.

Sure enough, the second floor was bone-dry. As for the front corner where the tin had torn off, not so much.

Still, the gaps make a nice pattern.
The old wood, by the way, is rough-cut pine, extremely tough stuff, and the beams are pegged with gum wood -- flexible enough to give a bit in a storm, but then spring back to where they ought to be.