Bath time!

The chickens have done their anthill number on a new anthill, this time right by our main path; practically on it.Whenever we walk by, they eyeball us Am I really gonna have to get up?  Soooo comfortable..., and then at the last minute scoot away into the brush trailing a puff of dust, like Pigpen.It's especially funny catching the rooster thrashing around in the dust bowl, all unkempt.  It's usually a conjugal event, if the rooster's involved, and then both birds look up at you like they were busted in the bathtub together - which in fact, they are.