Fall is here. Trees are turning yellow.
A few last tomatoes still cling to the dying plants.
Fallen leaves decorate the lawn.
Fallen leaves and fallen… features? A few here.
A few more there.
And soon, the chicken yard looks like someone got into a fight with a pillow.
Every fall, chickens go through a molt to discard old feathers and grow a new plumage. Some molt slowly, drop a few feathers here, a few there, for months on end.
Others drop lots of feathers at once, and look bedraggled for a while.
And then there’s chickens that explode. Their feathers come out in giant clumps, leaving patches of bare skin behind. They look so pathetic you cannot help but laugh, although you have to feel a little sorry for the poor naked things.
The only one who’s not molting yet is Twister. She’s next. She’s also a heavy molter, even worse than White Chicken.
Some of you may wonder what happened to Nekkid’s little egg eating habit. Well, it’s currently not a problem since chickens do not lay in the fall and winter due to molting and short daylight hours. So for now, she has an amnesty. Although, I am talking to a guy who is happy to take her “no questions asked”. I may take him up on the offer, but for now, I am going to go rake some leaves. And some feathers.