Hen party

At last, it's hot enough to sunbathe. If you're a hen you do it with your friends. You don't need to go far, just under a rusty skip will do. You stretch out a leg and let your wings droop to expose as much as possible of your torso. And relax. Let the sun do its work.

Maybe it helps to oil your feathers, or to disperse parasites. Nobody really knows - it's a hen thing.

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I hadn't heard of Nancy Luce  the chicken lady but it's a curious little historical sideline from New England that you can read about here. She made a living from writing poems about her chickens and providing them with formal gravestones when they died.