My three older chickens have been through a winter (Hannah has been through several) so they know what the wind and rain are all about. We live at the top of a hill and we are classified by the council as being in the highest wind zone (we know this because when we built our house we had to include big steel beams to keep the house standing in the wind). The chicks (now five months old) are not used to this new sensation of high winds and blasting rain.
The weather today could be described as squally. We have just had some very heavy rain and with the strong wind gusts, the rain was hitting the windows sideways and sounding like hail. But there was no hail, just big rain drops hitting at high speed. I looked out the window and wondered where the chickens were. And then I saw them. They had been down in the garden on the west side of the property (where the big winds come from) and they were running as though there life depended on it, towards the house and the the outdoor table where they all huddled together.
A minute later, the rain stopped and out the chickens came looking wet and bedraggled and miserable. They fluffed themselves up and then trotted back down to the garden. I wonder how long it will be before they have to come back up. I guess they don’t realise that if they scratched in the garden on the east side of the house, they wouldn’t get so blown around.
This is Hannah trying to shelter from the wind a few days ago. You can see her feathers being blown around so she was obviously not doing a very good job at sheltering.