Feathers are everywhere. It just doesn’t make sense to me that chickens wait until it starts to get cold to molt.
Why not molt mid July when it seems like it would be comfortable to have less feathers. But, Noooo…the first frost sends feathers floating across the front lawn like a dream scene from a movie.
Poor Oprah, under the roost where she sleeps, it looks like a chicken exploded.
Some chickens have an easy time molting.
Millie just got a whole new set of feathers, but she never went through the ugly ducking stage.
Life is easy for Millie, she’s our barn-yard equivalent of a home-coming queen. Her jeans from high school still fit.
Dottie can’t believe Oprah had the nerve to leave the coop sans tail-feathers.
Dottie, you have no room to talk! Your tail-feathers are just now starting to grow back.
Don’t worry Oprah, in no time, you’ll be your old fluffy self again.
I for one, can’t wait.
You make me cold just looking at you. I wonder how hard it would be to knit a chicken sweater?
I’m off to get some measurements.
the wanna be country girl – CarolinePin It