So this was my morning.
I was cleaning out the little chicken pen, full of beautiful birchen marans that I got from Cheryl. One of them got a wild hair & flew out - right into the face of Miss Kitty, the most efficient little killer on four paws. I froze, heart in throat. Miss Kitty took a half-hearted swipe at the chick, gave me the stinkeye, and left for parts unknown.
I calmly put my heart back where it belonged, picked up the chick (who was fine, thank God!) and put her in the temporary tote.
I finished cleaning the pen and picked up the container of fresh (cold!) water to put it back. It fell apart, dumping water all over the poor chicks. Blarg.
So I dried them off & put them under the light. They were shivering, but I think they'll be okay.
Today is NOT a good day to be a Marans at my house.
I'm going to go hide so I don't accidentally destroy the planet.