Rain ... and more rain.

This afternoon, it began to rain as forecast and the little folk once again made for the shed. Chickens do not like to get wet. I decided to persuade them into the covered run under the new house with the aid of some corn. By the time I had got a tarpaulin on top of the attached run I was soaked. But at least the girls were dry if somewhat spooked by the tarp.

As it started to get dark, the heavens opened - the girls had gone up the ramp and through the pophole into the house. As I want them to develop good perching habits, I placed the four not already perching up on the perch. As usual, the only real complainant was a Maran.

Later in the evening, the rain became even heavier complete with thunder and lightning. Being a new house, and after consultation with a chicken keeping friend, I thought it best to go back out and make sure there were no leaks. No leaks. Great. Dry chickens, dry house... soaked me... again.