We had a thunderstorm this afternoon, and I decided to go over and check on the chickens. I was worried about them, and something told me I should go over a little early and check on them (let's call it my amazing chicken nanny intuition). I ran over in the pouring rain, expecting to find them in the coop, warm and dry. Instead, Sandie was running around in the yard (completely outside of the netting), and Brincolin was stuck in part of the netting that I had fenced off. She must have jumped over the fence and wasn't able to get back over. I have no idea how Sandie got out. I guess they really wanted to get out earlier and found a way, but then got stuck and couldn't get back in when it started to rain.
They were both freaking out, and totally soaked! I got them in the coop, and they headed straight to their food bowl and chowed down. I am going to check on them again tonight to make sure they dried okay and are still fine. Poor girls. I told Will I was worried about them being all wet, and he said "Carrie, they're chickens." He's probably said this to me about a million times since we started nannying.
Alex is so worried about the hawk, so I'll have to figure out what happened to make sure they stay in the netting, at least until we get some leaves on the trees to give them some more cover. The weather hasn't been nice enough for them to really want to be out, until now, but now their little chicken brains are determined!
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