Wasn't That a Mighty Storm?

On the heels of way hot came the storm to end all storms. According to lifers here in our little neighbourhood (including Mr.BCF) this was unlike any other. The dark clouds gathered and swirled quickly as water picked up from the lake and headed for land. The rain came in a vertical sheet soaking everything. The wind picked up canoes and trampolines and relocated them. It broke huge branches and moved them across the street. The power went out. Our new chicks (teens, maybe young adults by now) are still free rangin' it. They live in a plastic box at night and roam free during the day. It seems a little cruel and I think the big girls are a little jealous ( I think I hear them banging the bars with their tin cups when the young ones strut by). It occurred to BCFjr that the girls should be rescued. I mean the wind was picking up canoes-canoes for goodness sake! "Could the wind pick up the chickens?" "Oh, of course not honey" I cooed. When did lying become so easy? Finally, when the lightning stopped striking around our house, I was convinced to go out and perform "operation rescue chicks". I expected to find them hiding in their usual spots like the bamboo grove or under oversized hostas. I've been told that turkeys will drown in the rain simply because they don't know enough to not look up at the sky and open their mouths. We found the chicks, looking like turkeys, in the open staring up at the sky and blinking profusely in the rain. BCFjr simply grabbed them in a group hug. There was no fight or flight as usual. They didn't make a move as we each took one under the arm and brought them into safety. Having lost a chicken 2 days before, it seemed sweeter to rescue the least of these.