While Papa Hen and I made sure that every nook and cranny of the coop was insulated against the coming cold spell, the girls enjoyed a warm Saturday afternoon. They flopped around and tossed fresh dirt about, cleaning under all of their feathers, with not one thought spent on the upcoming cold. Ignorance is bliss!
I'll never get over their dirt bath rituals with the twisting and turning of their bodies, pecking the dirt with their beaks, and getting as close to one another as possible. It is quite a sight, every time!
You can see what I mean here.
BB was in the coop laying her egg.
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