Uphilldowndale

Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Bath Time

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It’s been gloriously warm and sunny and garden is unseasonably dry, the chickens have made themselves a dust bath in the flower bed.

Bath time duo

It’s a bit of a squeeze for two chucks and there was no way they were going to let a third muscle in.

Dust bath 3

It took a while to get just the right dust in just the right place

Dust bath 2

But you know that moment, when you climb in a nice warm bath, lie back, close your eyes and all the cares of the world slip away? Chickens do.

Lying in the bath

This looks more like chicken carnage than the last time they wallowed in the sun

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Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

9 thoughts on “Bath Time

  1. RAOTFL! The one in front in that last photo is the very caricature of a dead chicken. Nice work.

  2. My heart always skips a beat when I see my chickens dead to the world in the afternoon sunshine. My pigs do the same thing. Never prod a sunbathing pig, that’s all I can say!

  3. Lovely pictures, they look utterly content in the last one:)

  4. The last one looks like they partied too much and passed out. Funny!

  5. My son Chuck was the only one who could round up our hens, he used to chase them around gathering them up under his arms, and he was only around 5 years old at the time!

    • It can be very handy being able to scoop them up; the brown warren ‘thing one’ is a bit too pally, she will jump on your lap if you sit in the garden or perch on your shoulder if you’re gardening. I had to leave the house PDQ the other day, in my haste, and I accidentally locked her in the porch as I left, when I got back half an hour latter, she had eaten all the cat food and settled herself down in the cat basket on top of the boiler!

  6. When I saw our blossom trees finally starting to bloom after such a long start to spring, I wanted to yell, “Look, look, look!” and then realized I would sound like a chicken, which made me think of this post! 😉 Great shots ~ loved the story about the chicken left to eat cat food, as well. That would make a good children’s book story…and it could start with, “Look, look, look!”

  7. What great pictures of your chickens enjoying the sun. That last picture is pricless, they really look like they died and went to heaven. 🙂

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