After The Storm

The poor old chickens didn't look like they enjoyed the storm much. I was about as wet after cycling home. But at least my house didn't blow upside down.

Katie (the Easter Egger) was bedraggled and ready to roost. You can see the beginnings of a red crest on her head.

I squelched out in my pajamas with an umbrella and herded them home. This time I remembered to stake the cage down with tent pegs. Later we put the kids to bed in torchlight after the power went out. And tomorrow if it rains, I'm taking the train.