It’s been gloriously warm and sunny and garden is unseasonably dry, the chickens have made themselves a dust bath in the flower bed.
It’s a bit of a squeeze for two chucks and there was no way they were going to let a third muscle in.
It took a while to get just the right dust in just the right place
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.