The rain was coming down in buckets, almost sideways in the howling wind. I looked outside my window to check on my 39 one-week-old, pasture-raised peeps in their brooder hut, and in the glow of the red lights, they were all playing the "chest bump" game and peeping about in the warm, dry grass while tarps covering their hut flapped and rattled violently in the wind.
These are gonna grow up to be some hardy girls I hope. And thank God the power didn't go out!
These are gonna grow up to be some hardy girls I hope. And thank God the power didn't go out!
