Ecstasy . . .

This morning I moved the hens from their winter quarters, along at the "allotment", to the land behind our house for the summer.  I carried them under my arms, and the four of us, three hens and me, had a gentle cooing chat as we walked along, quite calmly, to their new pen!

It took them no time to settle in; a quick explore of the boundaries and then a bit of a scratch and a good dust bath!  I remember the first time I saw hens doing this and thought they were having some sort of fit but no, they are just luxuriating in getting their feathers filthy!