- Apr 30, 2013
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So I like to go into the pen and talk to all the birds. They talk back and see me as a part of the flock. By dust bathing together, they've learned to blow dust around on eachother, kind of like playing, by flapping their wings. I bent down to talk to a bathing hen yesterday, (horrible idea) and she started clucking excitedly for a moment and then blew a bunch of dust right in my face. I was dirty the remainder of my outside time.