Homeless Chickens Out In The Rain.

One of the most oft repeated utterances around our home during the evening wind down is the phrase “are the chicken shut up”. The girls always put themselves to bed by climbing the ramp into the coop. Itty Bitty,the old lady of the bunch, goes up first, then the youngest Lulu follows some time after, the last is the big gal herself Pot Pie, who I believe waits till last ever expectant that she will discover some morsel of food hidden in the yard the others have over looked. Tonight I say “are the chickens shut up.” “No”, is the reply and it is already well past sundown. I go out expecting to see them inside the coop making their little night time clucking and squeaking noises only to find this!

The door had blown shut and they found themselves out in the rain. We opened the door and the sleepy with much grumbling amble in to take up their chose roosts. We swung the door closed latched it and now here I am at the key board blogging the whole mess.