if you thought your winter was long.

Standing in a semi circle, hands on hips in various states of attire

We laughed and clapped.

The hens were putting on a show.

Strutting, running with a peck to the ground here and there.

One in drunken exuberance found herself a patch of dust,

Scratched a bowl, lay down

Stretching her wings, letting the sunlight soak in.

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