It’s been raining….forever.
The chickens are not happy. They spend their days with their feathers poofed out resembling forgotten beach balls that have blown under the front porch. It’s at least dry under there…they’re still not happy and they’ll give you an earful if you care to listen. They stay under there until it’s time to lay an egg or return to the coop for bed. Then they really aren’t happy. I now know where the wet hen expression came from.
The horses on the other hand are built better to with-stand the deluge. It helps that they have not only stalls to come in from the rain, but they also have a run in shed. Early this morning there was a small break in the rain and Cisco & Regalo came out to play.
Just a little horse’n around