"Winter" "storm"

We're having a bit of a wind these days.  It's all we're getting from the giant storm swirling off shore on the Atlantic.  No rain or snow, just wind. I don't like wind.  I don't like getting pushed and slapped around by it.  It's tiring.The wind wreaks havoc with my chicken yard fence, so I didn't let the birds out, deliberately.  But naturally the door blew open while I was in the GH, so they all went pouring out and I had to patch up the fence for a bit.  They don't like wind either, though.  It blows their feathers the wrong way.  They quickly retreated.House chicken (who needs a name) is still keeping such a low profile that no one has been talking about when she's going to go back to the flock.  Every day she hops out of her box and hangs out for awhile "in her yard" (on the sheet of newspaper in front of her box).  She eats and naps and does a lot of grooming.  She does less sleeping now and more grooming than when she first got imported.  She's also turned into a real turd machine, which I suppose is healthy.  Means she's eating more, maybe growing.  I figured she would let us know when she's finished living in a box, by getting restless.  But she's the opposite.  Just incredibly mild and quiet, so we mostly forget she's even in here.  So different.  I can just imagine any other chicken in a cardboard box for five minutes...