Last night I collected two bales of straw and this morning, one was put in the chook run.
After cleaning out the hutch, all the lovely old straw was placed in the garden and the feather riot were cackling with excitement with their new clean hay.
The second bale is on the hutch's corrugated iron roof so it is both out of harm's way from the gals and will act as a good insulator in this heat.
And languid the chooks are not!
The hot weather does not appear to be stopping them from dashing about eating unwary insects.
But in this weather, who can blame them?