Fall is officially here: the hens are molting. The yard looks like the aftermath of an epic pillow fight.
It started with Phoebe, who now looks more like a turkey than a chicken due to her losing ALL of her head and neck feathers.
Then Hazel got wind of the idea and is leaving her pretty blonde feathers scattered everywhere. She isn’t looking like a ragamuffin yet but it’s only a matter of time.
Stella, ever the diva, decided she’ll arrive at the molting party fashionably late and will put off her wardrobe change until next month at least. Silly girl.