Chicken Stories- The Dust Bath

Dear Diary – Dustbath Antics

Dear Diary,

You won’t believe what I witnessed today. I know, I know, you’re probably thinking, “Stephen, what could possibly be so exciting about a chicken?”

Well, dear Diary, let me tell you, I have unearthed the secret world of chicken spa treatments.

So, picture this. I’m just minding my own business, sipping my morning coffee, when I see Gertrude, the plump and proud chicken from next door, strutting her stuff in the backyard.

At first, I thought she was attempting some new type of chicken dance, but oh no, my friend, it was something far more peculiar.

Gertrude found herself a nice patch of dry soil and started flapping her wings like she was auditioning for a poultry version of “Swan Lake.”

It was like she was saying, “Move over, chickens, I’m about to show you the ultimate spa experience!”

Next thing I know, Gertrude plops herself right down into the dirt, rolling around like she’s auditioning for a remake of “Pigpen and the Dust Bath.”

She’s got feathers flying everywhere, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape, wondering if I stumbled into some bizarre chicken-themed reality show.

But wait, it gets even better.

As Gertrude is having her dirt-spa moment, a couple of her fellow feathered friends, Mildred and Beatrice, decide to join in on the fun.

It’s like they formed a chicken beauty queen trio, ready to take on the world one dust bath at a time.

Now, Diary, I have to confess, I couldn’t help but think about what must be going through their tiny chicken minds during this dirt-filled extravaganza.

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It’s like they’ve discovered the holy grail of relaxation techniques.

Forget about yoga and meditation, chickens have found the key to inner peace in a dusty backyard.

I can almost hear their thoughts, Diary.
“Ah, yes, Mildred, feel the earth’s embrace as you roll around like a fluffy tumbleweed.

This is the true meaning of ‘dirt therapy.’ Beatrice, darling, don’t forget to exfoliate those feathers with a gentle dusting of soil.

We’ll be the talk of the coop!”

And just when I thought things couldn’t get any funnier, the neighbor’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, decides to join the party.

He sneaks into the backyard, thinking he’s about to have a feathery feast, only to be met with a flock of dirt-covered chickens.

Poor Mr. Whiskers didn’t know what hit him. I’m pretty sure he’s still having nightmares about chicken dust clouds.

So, dear Diary, if you ever find yourself in need of a good laugh or a reminder that life’s simplest pleasures can be the most entertaining, I highly recommend observing chickens as they indulge in their dust baths.

It’s like watching a spa retreat for the feathered elite, complete with flapping wings, flying feathers, and a whole lot of chicken shenanigans.

Until next time, Diary.

I’m off to find more hidden gems in the world of backyard chicken antics.

Yours, with feathers of laughter,

Stephen

Self-Confessed New Chicken Owner