Matilda was very intent on bathing in last year's used potting soil I took out of a raised bed.
She'd kick a bit, then rest, with her eyes closed, then suddenly spring into action again, rolling and kicking the soil some more.
Finally, she rolled onto her side and just enjoyed the warmth of the sun in the lovely depression she'd built for herself.
She'd kick a bit, then rest, with her eyes closed, then suddenly spring into action again, rolling and kicking the soil some more.
Finally, she rolled onto her side and just enjoyed the warmth of the sun in the lovely depression she'd built for herself.