So there is a big bag of pine bedding on the porch. It’s what gets used in the nest boxes. Occasionally a chicken will realize it’s there and hunker down in it.
Then I watch as, for five minutes, Dotson tried to climb back into the bag and as soon as he’s standing there, SIC is try to wedge herself under him. It is...quite a thing.
Kevin, tired of cleaning up pine shavings, fills a crate with them and puts it on the porch so they stop knocking the bag over.
When humans show up, they hastily leave the crate, because mealworms.