...chickens don't give a hang about being embarassed.
As always on the day after Halloween, the chickens get the Jack-o-Lanterns. But why just give it to them, when you can take advantage of the banties being so small, and stuff them inside the pumpkin for picture time?
Marble goes first, and good-naturedly complies while Chonk and Bobbie watch...
Tingle, standing on the ground to the left, makes a maximum effort stretch to reach the goodies.
But immediately jumps up for a more direct approach. She is one of about ten hens molting right now, and looks quite the train wreck.
Skillet's turn in the gnashing pumpkin o' terror...
Bacon the roo, however, doesn't find the humans funny at ALL, and scoots right out.
After this we remove the glow-in-the-dark plastic teeth and move it to the ground. The others aren't shy, and join right in. Kentucky on top, in front. Left to right is Pumpkin, Marshmallow the whiteish hen towards the back, Henry the golden-laced Cochin in the far background. Oxide the frizzle is next, with Basil, Bonesaw and Gumdrop making up the rest of the hens.
Skillet resumes her spot on top. Bobbie the buff Brahma roo in front, he is only 7 months old, but is growing by leaps and bounds. Chonk the light Brahma hen is beside him, she is an adult. The whiteish roo on the back right is Milton the d'Uccle/Cochin mix bantam, our Head Roo.
Kentucky boots Skillet to hang upside down like a bat and nibble. Pie (Rambo's daughter) the buff Brahma mix on the far right, is the only one who has finished her molt; she looks grand with her foot feathers and dignified beard.
Gumdrop joins Kentucky and they snarf down pumpkin together. Everyone else is more sensible and goes directly in from the front.
The entire chicken yard is awash in molted feathers, and it's only going to get worse in the next two weeks or so since most of them are just getting going on the molt thing.
And our nighttime temps are already dipping into the low 20's. Hurry up and grow new feathers, ladies!
