Justin and Claui's laying flock are really enjoying themselves. Look at that little banty wading in the water.
The area beneath the willow tree is like a chicken playground.
They'll go back to their chicken house at dusk, to be closed up safe from predators -- reasonably safe at least.
The banty, believe it or not, is the mother of a couple of these hens -- but I don't think they remember. (They never write; they never call . . .)
I don't remember ever seeing chickens playing in the water like this.
Lucky biddies!
