MontyJ
Deeply Rooted
That's right. The chickens were outside in the run with the coop door propped open for them. I haven't finished the first phase of the remodel so there is no pop door. Instead, we prop the main door open and stake it so it can't swing. Well, a severe thunderstorm blew in this afternoon. One minute it was calm, and the next all heck was breaking loose, pouring rain, wind, thunder, lightening, really crazy. I looked out the window and saw that the chickens had not run into the coop, but rather, had run behind the door and were gathered in a tight group in the weather.
So, I ran out into the storm to chase them into the coop. The first few ducked under the door and ran inside, but several just scattered. While I was trying to corral them into the coop, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I hit the ground belly first just as a bolt of lightening exploded overhead hitting a wild cherry on the back of the property. Soaked to the bone and covered in mud, I finished getting the chickens into the coop and closed it up.
I love thunderstorms, but that was waaayyy to close for comfort. I think I might have used some bad words while herding the rest of the chickens into the coop. That little episode has caused the completion of phase one to be moved up to as soon as the rain stops tomorrow. If there had been a pop door, they would have run right into the coop with no problems. But one chicken decided to run behind the door and the rest followed...chicken see, chicken do. I really hope that chicken is getting it's feathery little butt kicked right now by the rest of the chickens for leading them into the corner.
So, I ran out into the storm to chase them into the coop. The first few ducked under the door and ran inside, but several just scattered. While I was trying to corral them into the coop, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I hit the ground belly first just as a bolt of lightening exploded overhead hitting a wild cherry on the back of the property. Soaked to the bone and covered in mud, I finished getting the chickens into the coop and closed it up.
I love thunderstorms, but that was waaayyy to close for comfort. I think I might have used some bad words while herding the rest of the chickens into the coop. That little episode has caused the completion of phase one to be moved up to as soon as the rain stops tomorrow. If there had been a pop door, they would have run right into the coop with no problems. But one chicken decided to run behind the door and the rest followed...chicken see, chicken do. I really hope that chicken is getting it's feathery little butt kicked right now by the rest of the chickens for leading them into the corner.