Yesterday the huge storm ravaged the farm. We had no clue what we were in for.
Luckily, since the fire we have learned to make immediate decisions. We saved a lot more birds than we thought. Wind and rain can kill a wet chicken within hours if they do not find shelter. We spent the day moving them from the open and airy summer villas to the winter huts. The weather was so severe that the summer homes were drenched and flooded. The creek overflowed and fields flooded, and we had the longest shower of our lives, being outside all day. It’s surprising none of us caught a cold.
How did the hill side do?