A mighty storm is brewing

Some serious photo editing is at work here. this is the result.

this, is what i had to work with

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So you might be wondering what exactly Jed is doing running around in the twilight of our exotic backyard clad in swim trunks and accessorising most prudently with an umbrella

Or perhaps you are the type of individual who feels that there is no reason to question such behavior as long as it is contained well within your private property

Or possibly you are the judgemental kind who have already made up your mind as to exactly why such bizarre behavior could possibly be taking place and nothing further i can say can possibly sway your rash decision as of how exactly you feel about it.

No matter, I will attempt to enlighten you despite the unlikely chance of success.

You see after much deliberation and going over the possible out comes of various scenarios and waging the facts against each other we finally determined that even though chickens have a natural survival instinct of some sort our caged domestic birds seemed extraordinarily unaware the fact that they could potentially get sick or die if they did not stay above ground in shelter when the rain was creating a raging river rushing in between their little chicken feet on the ground of their run. So we deiced that Jed should err on the side of caution and bring them into our bath tub for the night. Previous experience had taught us that these birds seemed completely unaware that it was raining heavily on them, and that the darker it got outside the dumber they consequently became as though they draw their capacity to think from the sun.

I love this picture it looks like a painting.

Here is the rest of it

At this point Jed asks me to stop taking pictures of him and pick up a bird and carry it inside instead.

You will never guess what our tub looked like the next day.