Even a steady rain doesn’t stop the chickens from being outdoors. A rain-soaked Sven, so wet his tail feathers drag on the ground, doesn’t seek shelter as he stands guard. I’m making one of my morning rounds, and here are just a few things I saw in less than an hour, as I check on the chickens, give them some feed, look for eggs, and make sure they have fresh water – though in this rain, there is water everywhere.
The rain is making everything grow with new plants coming into bloom every day.
Wet Billy enjoys the company of a hen as he waits out the rain under a plum tree.
And Red Riding Hood tells me to back off when I walk past her nest.
every chick deservers a mother