Anecdote time!

Our rooster refuses to stay dry when it rains, unless it is literally freezing.

He’s a big ol’ motherclucker, and the closest he gets is jumping on the grill, which is half under a tree so that big drops don’t hit him direct when it’s coming down hard.

If it’s a regular rain, he just goes about his business after about fifteen minutes of what seems like bathing, where he fluffs up and flaps his wings while stomping and then preens for a bit. Then, he just hunts for bugs and happily clucks when he finds them. Sounds like a popcorn machine.