The chickens have rapidly transformed another anthill into a walk-in bath.
They’ve been lounging around in most undignified poses in the dirt these hot summer days, all flopped out together in sunny areas, blissfully flapping and wriggling around as if to say:
“We’ve waited all winter for this!”
The chickens have done their anthill number on a new anthill, this time right by our main path; practically on it.
Whenever we walk by, they eyeball us Am I really gonna have to get up? Soooo comfortable…, and then at the last minute scoot away into the brush trailing a puff of dust, like Pigpen.
It’s especially funny catching the rooster thrashing around in the dust bowl, all unkempt. It’s usually a conjugal event, if the rooster’s involved, and then both birds look up at you like they were busted in the bathtub together – which in fact, they are.