Some years, the springs are mild and uneventful, and other years, we can’t catch a break. This year has been one of the latter, and while there hasn’t been much in the way of tornado potential, we’ve had a lot of rain. A lot. In a sixteen hour span of time, from Saturday afternoon through Sunday morning, we got around four inches of rain. See? I told you! A lot of rain. We’d had a lot of rain the night before that, too, and our young chicks, though they had shelter, decided to panic. They all rushed to one unprotected corner of the crate, got drenched, and then stayed huddled like that until I found them in the morning. Unfortunately, they were stacked three deep, and the chicks on the bottom didn’t make it. We lost eleven that night. They did it again on Saturday, and I went out there twice to unstack them and toss them to the sheltered side. After a while, they seemed to get it, but I kept up a steady stream of prayers for them throughout the night anyway. In the morning, we’d only lost one, but the crate was demolished, collapsed under the weight of the water.
Davey and I repaired another crate and moved them, and the evening’s weather was uneventful, so we don’t have to worry about them for a day or two, but I’ve got to tell you that livestock of any kind takes a lot of dedication! Even chickens.