Poultry powder room

It was  a warm and humid day.

Almost the whole family was piled in the dirt bath by the house, making chicken angels.  The family is growing.

Except for Speckles, who’s having a party of one in a private dust bowl out by the pigs. 

Yeah, and you’re interrupting it right now.

Got snacks?!  Oops, I roused them.  The pitter patter of chicken feet behind me on the path is quite a stampede these days.  I didn’t even have a  bucket.