"Isaac are you crying?"
"Yeeeeeeeeeeees." (hiccup, sob)
"But why? It's just a thunder storm."
"But they don't know that!" (wail, sob)
"The chickens! Chickens don't know anything!" (sob, sob, sob)
And then there were more sobs. So, out we went in the rain and rumbles to check on the chickies. Isaac shined his giant Mag light in on the snoozers, who cooed out at him curiously. We both recognized the looks we got from those girls, "Eh? Treats?!?" What a relief. It turns out that chickens aren't afraid of storms either.
Back to bed and snoozing now. Still stormish outside but all is calm in here.