Really?

It was a blustery rainy day yesterday. They had been talking about the potential for severe weather for days. But, you know the weathermen, they love that, sort of validates their job. On the way to school I had to make an egg delivery, stop at the post office and of course make the morning Starbucks stop. The rain began pelting my windshield as soon as I pulled out. I was praying that I could get my done between raindrops. As I arrived at my first stop to drop the eggs, it let up enough to run in and drop eggs and scoot on back out. Then I headed off to the post office to mail my orders. Getting into post office, no problem, coming out it was raining sheets. Okay, so I made it to car without too much damage. I decided to climb to the back of car, to retrieve umbrella. As I was wrestling my way through the car, I leaned on and broke my cute glasses that matched my outfit. Oh well, $2.99 shot! With umbrella in front of car, off to Starbucks. Pulled in and waves of rain coming across street. Decided to try drive through. Pulled up, got tea, pulled away and car window would not go up, pouring down rain. Not fun.
Fast forward….Day at school done….Rain gone….Arrived home. First thing I see is that there are about thirty chickens running around outside of their enclosure. Door is askew. Upon further inspection I observe that there is an eight foot branch on the top of the chicken run. It has ripped open the top and dislodged the door. All chickens are present and accounted for. I will go in house, drop off school stuff and let dogs out, then handle chickens. I open front door and what greets me is that I have had a sick dog in my living room. There is a terrible mess. Obviously someone had something that did non agree with them. Now We have a dog door, so what the heck? Change of plans, clean floor first, then fix up chickens. The dogs are very upset about the mess and push past me outside. Okay will get them under control and then clean carpet. So I go outside with them as they chase chickens trying to get them corralled and back in. This is like trying to herd unruly kittens. One of the hens make the bad decision to go in the pasture with the horses. Cheyenne thinks this is a soccer ball. Not too good for hen. Soon we have feathers everywhere. New plan, feed horses, first to get them busy elsewhere and then dogs will follow to help. Sure hope chickens will go back to their home. Once horses are fed and settled down, all the chickens are back where they belong. So now, back to the mess in house. Oh my, this is not good at all. Twenty minutes later all done and carpet is good as new.
Now it time to get the regular chores done. Surprisingly my husband arrives home, reinforcements! As a team we can get it all accomplished in record time. Whoo-hoo! After about an hour, the chicken run is fixed, all critters are fed and happy, tomatoes watered, house in order. We can have a calm evening. I guess it is just another day on the farm.