This morning, when I noticed a dust cloud rising from my fairly green, lush garden, I grabbed my camera and ran. There is just nothing better than a fat, happy chicken taking a roll in the dirt. Comedy at its finest.
There is a tiny bare patch in the back corner of the yard that I intended to plant a little something in; nestled between rose and lavender bushes, it gets a delightful batch of morning sun each day. So, when I was recently doling out seedlings, I popped a few sunflower sprouts in to see how they’d do. Fortunately, I planted plenty of sunflower sprouts elsewhere in the yard, because these ones don’t stand a chance. The chickens have discovered this lovely little spot, with it’s morning-warm dirt and aromatic lavender. It is now the chicken day-spa.
For anyone who doesn’t know, dust baths are part of a chicken’s daily routine. Rolling in dust or sand helps them to clean their feathers, apparently. As a chicken-owner, you’re supposed to provide them with this. I was getting around to it, I swear!–they just beat me to the punch. I guess I could put in a sandpit somewhere where I’m not attempting to grow seedlings, but once those girls make their minds up about something, it’s pretty hard to negotiate. This spot is theirs, and I might as well just accept it….mix in some sand to make it even better….provide some cucumber-infused ice water. And move the seedlings that I had the audacity to plant there.