Justin and Claui's laying flock are really enjoying themselves. Look at that little banty wading in the water.
They'll go back to their chicken house at dusk, to be closed up safe from predators -- reasonably safe at least.
The banty, believe it or not, is the mother of a couple of these hens -- but I don't think they remember. (They never write; they never call . . .)
I don't remember ever seeing chickens playing in the water like this.