When it rains it pours?

If you are Dutch, you know this song.  If not, don't bother. 

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Out in the field today, another 104 degree day today.  But, as I keep repeating after Vince, it is a dry heat. The greenhouse chickens were out of food for a day, and that was about the end of the world, for them.  They get rebellious and take matters in their own beak:  the smallest ones  can still get through the electric fence, and some of them did, it didn't help that ithe fence wasn't on.   But they were appeased easily and followed me right back in when they heard the feed sack.  They will run around me like a shoal of fish, or like muslims on the hadj, walking in the same circle around the center of worship.  Chicken food aint chicken feed when you pay for it. 
So there was a glorious rain today! (only not here) We got about an inch if you stacked up all the drops on an acre. It almost made a noise on the tin roof, but it blew over, still it was a comforting thought that there was a least the possibility of rain. 

These chickens are not the smartest, but they beat me in hatching out eggs.  Today, I kind of didn't believe in it anymore, there were 8 new chikkies.    It cooled off to a frosty 85 degrees tonight so I did put a heat lamp on them.  6 had fallen out of the nesting box and mama can't sit on more eggs and be downstairs. So papa and 15 aunties are sitting on the roosts looking after them.  Blek and Dekker are guarding (?) the coup.  

Next day update:  there is one black chick in the batch, must be black aunt Mimi who snook an egg in Mama Mimi's batch.  They are so cute I could eat them.