Saturday afternoon we got a very quick and strong thunderstorm. The hens were unprepared… we were all outside working when it came upon us. We had to run for cover pretty quickly.
The chickens, well, they didn’t all get there quick enough.
So after the storm, here was the humorous scene.
The big hen party, clucking and preening their feathers… around and in my strawberry bed.
It was a pretty funny sight.
