Gosh you ALL seem to having a rough time.
Ros- Sounds like a scene out of Wizard of Oz....a flying, whirling chicken coop, (will make a great tale for my potential "kiddies" book of chicken tales)
Here in Uttoxeter, Staffs- we have had lesser gales- our oak tree was furiously dropping its acorns- think the girls thought the sky was falling down like that old fable tale?
SO instead of taking shelter in their house, safely ensconced in the large metal shed, they decided to huddle under an old "slatted" bench. Such silly girlies at times-they have three shelters to choose from, but the bench offers the very best view of the garden and our patio door- when they hear that door open they fly up the garden hoping for treats!