So I come home tonight and it's already pitch black plus it's raining. I immediately stop by the coop to do a headcount. Everyone should be inside the coop except for two roosters. They are perched on the coop. My coop is more like a 500 lb chicken tractor, so yard and house are all part of the same frame. So I grab wet rooster #1 and there is a two week old chick underneath him, staying dry. I wish I could have gotten a picture because it really was comical. Very good rooster for being nice to chick. Very smart chick for getting on top of the coop with the roosters. Now how long has he been out and why isn't he hawk food? How he got out is easy. Little rat dug his way under the fence. I'm just thankful the other two chicks had the sense to stay inside the coop. So I make sure the other chicks are in fact in the house and put up the two roosters. Now I have my Black Coppers who apparently have never had the choice between outside run and inside house when it gets dark. They've only ever been in the barn. So there they sit, soaked, under the house. I shoo them out and try to get them up the ladder, but they just aren't taking the hint. So I, still in work clothes, end up grabbing wet, muddy chickens in the dark to put them in the coop myself. Got whacked in the face by a wing and have even more scratches on my arm to go with the ones from dusting the chickens this weekend. My work shirt needs washed and my hair is still plastered to my head. The whole episode lasted about 40 minutes. Didn't get my bread made again tonight. I was going to make sour dough pizza crust too. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.