The story of the very wet urban chickens

Well, yesterday it rained like you wouldn’t believe and the chickens bless them seemed to relish standing out in the miserable cold weather. Believe me when I say they have plenty of covered spots with which to shelter but not our fearless chickens. Anyway needless to say at about 4.30pm we decided that they were just too wet and we worried if we just left them whether they’d all emerge from the coop in the morning with terrible colds. I mean see for  yourself just how wet they were. Absolutely bedraggled, like wet cats looking only a shadow of their former selves.

Nothing left for it, we turned our kitchen space into a temporary coop. Lined with newspaper, food and water bowls, we constructed temporary fencing using the back of the couch, the breakfast bar and stools draped in blankets.  One by one we bought them inside not knowing whether to shriek with laughter at their drenched and sad looking state or be worried for their health.

An old pile of towels was quickly put to use gently drying out their feathers and they seemed to love standing around the small fan heater.  I even brought out the hair dryer and dried them off further one by one.

They all seemed to really enjoy their pampered evening. Towards the end they all started to preen themselves and fluff out their feathers.

After an hour or so they started looking like their normal old selves and seeing as it was getting dark outside we took them one by one back to the coop to settle in for the night. Then set about returning our kitchen back to its usual appearance.  It’s not everyday that one’s kitchen becomes a chicken spa!!