Chicken? Not.

The creature that does not do well in this water logged atmosphere is the chicken. So I’m sure our chicken-takers are wondering if they will ever see chicken in their coolers again. The best answer we can give is this: yes, but who knows when? Our chicken farmer tells us he had 100 nearly ready when this last flurry of rain started. He lost them all. A combination of rain and predation did them in. A chicken tends to just hunker down when the weather gets this bad — almost a state of paralysis. When that happens, they either die of pneumonia or become easy pickings for the coyotes, coons and possums. It’s too bad because this would be their peak grasshopper and clover season. As Gus said in Lonesome Dove, “Life is short, shorter for some than others.” That describes the chicken’s fate this year.