Things are pretty slow in the chicken coop these days. It's time for THE MOLT.
Not having farm fresh eggs is a bummer. (Yes, we are spoiled.)
Squeaky would if she could, but she's in a permanent "molt" called old age.
No more eggs for this old gal.
She's such a sweet little hen. I love bantams. They are the laid back peace makers of the chicken world.
I try to feed her separately. First I feed the big hens outside... then ( and Squeaky knows this) I keep some scratch just for her and when I go around to the other door she is already inside waiting for me to clear a spot on the floor and give her some grains... just for my chicken little.
Of course as soon as I do, in comes big, bossy Miss Plymouth Rock...
coolest, most badass self into the hen house and scares Squeaky away. If I'm still inside, I tell her to leave and scoot her back outside so Squeak' can have a few moments of peace and quiet before they all come in to see what's going on.
Miss Rock just gives me that, "What am I doing?" look and ...
The other day I told them to molt fast and get back to laying eggs, 'cause they could always be dinner... AND, if truth be told, I need to be able to eat raw chocolate chip cookie dough while I'm making cookies.It's one of my traditions. I can't do this with store bought eggs.
The next morning I found this...
Do you think it was a statement?
(Losing feathers and re-growing them is called molting and occurs every year when the days get shorter.
For chickens, shorter days and cooler temperatures are a sign that it is
time to renew their feathers. This usually lasts for a month or more with our chickens. It's been two weeks so far.)