I was out checking on the chickens when I saw white feathers everywhere, my heart was instantly in my mouth, MURPHY?????
Then I saw this poor dear!
It wasn't Murphy, it was the dreaded molt.
They quit laying and shed feathers but what a time of year to do it.
It's nearly November, winter isn't far behind.
I'm going to have to knit her a pair of knickers, she was huddled up between two other hens on the roost tonight, I feel for her.
|"Do you MIND?? Quit taking pictures of my bare bottom, I would like to retain a semblance of dignity!"|