It's my bathtub! No, it's mine!

The chickens were being confined in their pen for a few days following the hawk attack, so I fixed a dust bath for them out of nice loose dirt from my patio flower bed, some ashes from the grill and sand from the sandbox. They loved it and wasted no time in trying it out. Goldie, Little Red and Puff were mixing it up in there.

It started getting a little crowded though, so I used the grandkids' small wagon to create another. Henrietta is taking advantage of being the first one in. The others were a little skeptical at first.



I've relaxed the quarantine on the chickens. The hawks seem to have left the area and Henry and his girls are a lot more aware of danger from above and head for the bushes and trees whenever they hear anything that sounds like a hawk or see that ominous shadow flying overhead. I'm sure that isn't the end of it, but I just try to be a little more cautious when I know the hawks are in our vicinity.