This being my first fall with mature hens, I’ve been keeping an eye open for our first molt. Everything I know about molting is second hand, and there will be yet another steep learning curve ahead of me.
It stand to reason that it would be bare-butt Haley who led the charge, although one might have hypothesized that she hadn’t feathers to spare. I cleaned the coop this morning, as I always do, only today I was met by a mattress’ worth of downy red feathers. I exaggerate slightly for dramatic effect, but it was a lot of feathers. Ever tried to corral and dispose of feathers on a breezy day? It’s like herding cats.
There are several gorgeous piles of sawdust and earth on our property; we had a few stumps ground early this summer and haven’t cleaned up the piles yet. The girls are in dustbath heaven. I was watching six of them have a group bath this afternoon when Haley got up from her divot to reveal this:
Here we go…