My rooster, "Baby," turned 25 weeks old today. He has never been a bit interested in taking a dust bath in dust and sand. Only pine shavings would do, and he didn't care if they were old and soiled pine shavings. You see, he was raised indoors in my solarium, with very little dirt, other than that that was in the potted plants that he ate up. My outdoor chickens, girls all, have loved dust baths from the time they were tiny. So I was shocked just now to go out to the run and see my rooster enjoying his very first real dust bath with the girls! I am a Proud Mama, now that he has caught on. He seemed blissful and didn't even come running for the fresh greens I had for him, which is highly unusual. It was as if he was in ecstasy. It appears my half white leghorn pullet, "Buttery" is the one who has taught him the joy of dust bathing! They were frolicking together... What a relief. I had feared "Baby" had a dirt hang-up of some kind, that maybe I had turned him into a Prissy Rooster. But I guess I need not have worried?