Today was a torrential downpour in the morning. When it rains I run around like a mad person trying to catch or use it all. I filled several barrels today. I’m expecting a long stretch of rainlessness this summer, and that every rain we get may be the last for a long time, although it keeps coming and coming.
All the birds rushed under cover when
it came thundering down, except the little Silkie mama with three chicks. She never goes under any more cover than the pine tree, and I know when it rains I have to go find her.
She has two cheeklings and a cuckoo chick of her own. I set her on two of Cheeks’ eggs, once only one hatched from the first batch (they need little friends). She added an egg of her own, and they all hatched. So there’s one little black-legged Silkie chick, half the size of her siblings, always lagging behind, seeming tired, but getting along.
I find her out in the downpour just after it starts and she’s already soaked. I pick her up, trying to scoop all the chicks at once but I fail to catch the littlest. I plop the soggy captives inside the greenhouse and then I get a merry chase from the tiny Silkie chick, who alternately flees cheeping, and hides in the weeds. I pop him in too.
When I come back to the greenhouse to shift water (from outside stock tank to inside), she’s sitting right where I left her, inside the door, in a drip, in a fast forming puddle. But she’s keeping those chicks warm! I had to move her again (this time I picked them all up at once, little legs dangling out), relocating her to high ground and a pile of straw. She seemed appreciative, but she stayed there a LONG time.
It was thunderous in the GH.
The rain was coming down so hard and fast that it was filling the tank faster than I could bucket it out.
The moment it subsided though, the hens were out and about.
It’s a wet feet day, so they’re up on the sawhorses under the deck.