The other day, we had unexpected near rain. Wasn't drizzle. Wasn't scheduled by any of the weatherfolk, but the drops were big. Almost an afterthought. The girls were outside freeranging, and I was giving them treats when it started. Since the water was very sporatic, every time they felt/sensed something falling, every single neck stretched out, heads cocked, eyes 'bout bugged out, searching for what 'this' was about. Great entertainment. Laughed till I had tears. Then yesterday one of 'em decided to rearrange the soil in one of my planters where my bulbed plumera was. One of my dogs put a golfball it was playing with earlier in it. The chicken decided to dig all around it, got excited by the fast food bugs (dang, got the worms I put in a few months ago) and then sat on the ball. Not long, but I'm going like, "Good girl, you're getting the idea!!!" I guess this is why at the golf parks around here you won't find chickens. They'd wear themselves out trying to hatch what the golfers couldn't.