My poor chickies are still so young they do not realize that they have to go into the hen house when it rains. I decided I had better go check on them. I am their mother hen, they follow me everywhere. Anyway I run to the pen, it was raining hard. I find all the chicks huddled in a corner in the pen all wet and trying their best to keep warm, some stuck in the fence. It was sad. I felt so bad for them. I was grabbing chicks and running back and forth trying to get them into a warm dry place. I was soaked to the bone cold. I think the chicks will be ok. I am just glad I decided I had better go check.
Can't wait until this rain goes away for a bit!
