My teenage son saw a group of my chickens dustbathing in the sun and came running to tell me that a bunch of my chickens are dying or dead.
I look over, as I was working in the garden on the other side of the yard and tell him they look fine to me.
He was incredulous, he said they look dead and some look like they are having seizures.
I tried to explain that they were in ecstacy, dustbathing in the afternoon sun but he was having none of it.
Some were spread out, twisted on their sides with one wing up in the air, others were doing the same but their feet were going a mile a minute trying stir up more dirt and their wings were flapping trying to get more dirt under their wings.
He walked away shaking his head and saying that they looked like they were dying to him but it was no business of his, they were my chickens and if I didn't care.....