The Chick’s first torrential thunderstorm in The Roost. Had to amphib recon out and throw up a temporary storm shelter for them on the ground and put them in it. I slept in because of the late night so Laura had to wake me up at 0800 to tell me to check on the babies because the bottom had fallen out. They were huddled at the gate like drowned rats when I went out. As soon as it let up they were out running around again. That is what chickens do.
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