So the chickens crib is starting to come together, at this point. The chickens fully claimed it for their daytime use. At night they would roost on a fence post, nestled by blackberry vines, by my living room window. Although it made me nervous for them to be exposed to the elements and potential predators, I capitulated and installed a shelf big enough for them all to fit on, for the time being. They hated the dog crate that I kept them in, for some reason, but on some occasions I would still use it. There was a few nights when it poured down rain, and I would wake-up in a panic knowing the birds were unprotected. I would leap out of bed and fly down my stairs, out the sliding glass door, to find them stock-still, stupefied, and looking straight up into the pouring rain. Struck by a combination of amusement and horror, I would snatch them off their fence roost, one by one, and secure them in the loathsome crate, where at least they would be dry and not drown. Later, I investigated the strange rain behavior and discovered that it's not likely for chickens to drown, despite human intuition.