So, to the lessons:
- Chickens don't like rain.
- Chickens don't dislike rain enough to resist the potentially suicidal temptation to dig a lake under their food bowls.
- Twice.
- The bucket of mulch I had been planning to put in the garden was perfect for filling in Lake Sophia/ZsuZsu.
- Low-rise pants are not the best to wear in a driving rainstorm.
- My water-resistant jacket isn't.
- 50-mile an hour wind gusts are not enough to take down the neighbor's bug- and disease-infested apple tree.
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Soaking Mel? Bummer. But those poooooooooor chickens!! Seriously.
In case I didn't mention this before, the chickens have a very cozy, warm, dry home; its called an Egglu and looks like a large iMac, actually. They were sitting inside laughing at me while I changed their food, water and bed and filled in the lake.
I hate it when the chickens laugh at you . . .
Yeah, I won't say they're spoiled, but they get away with a lot, all because of those beautiful, tasty eggs :)
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