Batten the Hatches

Wow.  The straight-line winds have arrived.  And left chicken coop windows open last night.  Scared to go look…

P.S. OK. Looked.  Deluge of rain hit at same time. Running through yard in pre-dawn dark and horizontally-blown Noah-grade precip.  Good news is, not too much rain in chicken coop.  Bad news is, windows open inward and are hinged at top of sill.  Had a headlamp on but couldn’t see up through dirty glass and when I pulled out prop, window dropped six sleeping chickens and a week’s worth of chicken manure on my head.  A cackling explosion of feathers and scat.  Today is bath day.

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