I was going to go into the workshop to get something, but Hazel had other ideas. A hot metal door is like a sauna for a chicken. The door to the workshop is a favorite spot to sun. Whatever I needed, I can get another time. When the sun is out, they enjoy pressing their bodies against the hot metal and spreading their wings. They can contort their bodies to soak up as much sunshine as possible.
So I have to wait a while, or use another entrance. It’s no big deal. Perhaps they are telling me it’s time to stop being so busy and soak up some sunshine too.
