Calm After Storm

Isaac isn't afraid of storms.  The flicker-flash lightening is not spooky, the crashing thunder is not startling.  And the pounding downpour?  Not worth a second thought.  Don't get me wrong, he's got his things.  But thunderstorms, not one of them.  So, I didn't think twice about the pre-summer storm that had just begun to gust as I tucked him in this evening.  I shifted my tuner to my nightime business and got busy with my chores.  Then was surprised at some point to catch the sound of sobs from the upper regions of his bunk bed. 

"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.

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