Around here, it's molting season. Pumpkin leads in the headlong stampede to lose all your feathers...
Yes, that's *one* lone tail feather left hanging dismally off her butt.
Not to be outdone, Rambo horns into Pumpkin's photo session and shows off HER fright outfit.
I admire her thoroughness in literally molting head to freakin' toe.
Then she ran off like some guy being chased by a 60 Minutes news crew.
Alice shows off her naked pink chicken skin...
As does Pie.
...so now you know what a chicken tail looks like without the tail. Or any other surrounding feathers. Or dignity.
Give her a week and she'll be a chicken again, I swear she will.
HERE
Those naked legs...
Rambo consoled herself later on by partaking of the Chickam pumpkin.
...but emerged long enough to shoot me a glare that clearly said, 'Enough with the camera, already.'
I wisely took the hint and split.
When my birds get all needly I want to cuddle them -extra- hard because they feel SO WEIRD under my fingers. There's a lot of violating of personal space going on in my yard 'round moulting season. I need my Buttface girl (5yo SLW hen) to do a hard moult here pretty soon. She's looking terribly ragged and dingy and I keep having to remind myself that it's just feathers which didn't fall out last year.
ReplyDeleteIt's like petting a grumpy porcupine, isn't it?
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