Dorothy is generally pretty happy-go-clucky, but we had a gully washer one weekend morning, and Dorothy (being the coopless chick she is) didn't quite make it to cover soon enough. It appears she took cover in a bush, which didn't keep her dry and did cover her wet feathers with small leaves. I saw her soon after it quit raining, and this is how I found her. Dejected, embarassed, soaking wet, and in NO mood to talk. It's funny all the old cliches regarding chickens. She truly was mad as a wet hen.
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