Well, after four and a quarter inches of rain overnight, what I woke up to this morning on my low-lying property was flooded, washed out runs (my new sand is down the hill a ways), sloppy yards (water still standing 2 inches deep), muddy, bedraggled chickens (having a ball scarfing up all the beetle larvae and stuff which has fled the flooded ground), and damp feed (rain blew in under the roof). The wind is blowing a gale, but nothing is drying out much. Sigh. I'm sure everyone else in the southeast had almost the same experience this morning. Nothing to do but wait. But the hens all produced eggs as usual and clucked cheerfully around. A large pokeweed had blown down and they were enjoying the berries. (When I first saw their red beaks, I gasped, thinking someone was hurt and they were all eating her. But I counted heads and everyone was present and uninjured. Then I saw the pokeweed, and I had to laugh.