Late morning, Okies
I had a treat this morning. The juveniles in the NN pen learned how to dust bathe. Momma hen cleared an area, gave herself a thorough cleaning in the dirt, and then stood back and watched her babies. I wish I spoke Chicken. It sounded like she was saying, "Nathan! You've got to get dirt under both wings, not just one. And Lynda, Lynda, Lynda. . . what are you doing over there? This is bath time, not talk time. Get in there and scrub! Robert! No! Get back in there and finish properly. Fluff, wiggle, turn, fluff, fluff, fluff. This isn't rocket science, just follow instructions, please."