My chickens are keen bathers. It’s not uncommon to find all three of them in a “tub” together. Their tubs of preference are in my sage and parsley bed (not my favourite option) and in the ginger bed. Here they were in harmonious bliss overflowing their ginger tub in the morning sun yesterday.
The other “tub” in our garden is the birdbath Frank installed. This bath is visited in fits and starts by lots of native flying-fauna as the rains come and go.
No doubt the sun glistening off the surface of the water this week has drawn in lots of critters. In the past 24 hours I’ve witnessed a currawong, a couple of noisy miners, a pair of lorikeets (she bathed while he did a mating dance on the edge of the bath then he flew up to our bird house, stuck his head in and out a few times – will they move in? – before chasing her through the trees) and a bunch of bees; all visitors taking advantage of the water to either bathe or get a good drink.
I have such a small garden yet it still attracts, protects and nourishes so much life, even if it’s just for a quick bath!