When you are a Polish Crested chicken, you can't see diddly-squat because of your "hair feathers"--on a good day. But THIS is what happens when it has been raining in Florida for 2 days straight and you just can't stand it in the henhouse any longer. It's the price to pay for being beautiful and fancy.
So, if you're having a rough day, thank the Lord above that you are not my girl, Pierogi. I'm hoping her bonnet fluffs up by tomorrow.