Snack time. My first year was last year. I feel so cheerful when I see the rain coming, but the chick is bigger than the drain, very unlike last year. It's good to see the chicks are able to endure separately, instead of in a huddle. It's good to see one saying, "Rain? Ho hum. I need a snack, so let's shake the wet off my feathers and see if anything is left"