The chickens didn't know it was raining. This morning, I opened the gate for the little girls (almost 10 weeks old). They scrambled towards the gate, running over each other in a race to be first. One awkwardly slipped on the ramp. Another ran towards it like the koolaid man. The third flapped her way over. They were excited about another day of picking at grass, searching for bugs and pooping. They had no idea what would greet them outside. As soon as they emerged from under the protective overhang, the first rain drop hit them. They let out a chorus of screeches and peeps, cussing me for such a dirty trick while running back under the coop at breakneck speeds. It's probably the second time they've ever seen rain and the first time I had closed them up in the coop. You have so much to experience, girls. Tell me about your chickens' first time.