Monday, October 24, 2011
If I lose my way to the barn...
Or to the side porch (and my garden flip flops)...
Or if I need to quickly determine where Honey is spending her days:
And having her afternoon siestas:
All I have to do is follow the trail of feathers she has started leaving behind:
Virtually every step she takes results in feathers flinging themselves from her body:
The annual molting that chickens go through around this time each year is such a strange thing. It seems bizarre and extreme, but it doesn't seem to phase them much.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the garage to fill the dog food container. Five minutes later, I came back to a trail of feathers leading up to my front door and Honey, looking quite cozy, on the porch mat:
The funny thing is, with as many feathers as she has lost, she still doesn't look nearly as bad as some of my other hens. Spongebob, for instance, who is also a Buff Orpington like Honey, has completely lost her tail feathers:
Well, poor Thumper is just a mess:
At the rate Honey's going, though...
She may be naked before too much longer:
But I'm sure getting some cool pictures:
I hope she knows how much I appreciate her efforts.