It was a warm and humid day. Almost the whole family was piled in the dirt bath by the house, making chicken angels. The family is growing. Except for Speckles, who’s having a party of one in a private dust bowl out by the pigs. Yeah, and you’re interrupting it right now.Got snacks?! Oops, I roused them. The pitter patter of chicken feet behind me on the path is quite a stampede these days. I didn’t even have a bucket.