I think the person who coined this phrase must have had chickens.  On Monday night, during the “gulley washer” there must have been 20 chickens sitting beside their coops, looking miserable, soaking wet, and pitiful.  AnaBeth and I picked them up one-by-one and put them into their coops.  The reason they were out……”too dumb to come in out of the rain”.  I hate to be the one to tell you this if you are harboring a romantic notion that chickens are clever, witty, cerebral creatures.  Uhm, they’re not.  Also, in case you were wondering about this, the chicken “poo” all over the ground near their home becomes a slippery sludge when saturated with rain.  It was like being on a big, stinky, slip-n-slide.  

But I’m not complaining.  Chickens have many endearing qualities too.  I enjoy them every morning for breakfast!  Hope you do too!