I Feel Bad About My Neck.


Another sign that autumn is here:  the chickens have started their winter moult.  Poor Abigail is losing all her neck feathers at once. Very undignified.  Not to mention a little punk.


10 thoughts on “I Feel Bad About My Neck.”

  1. Cousin Elizabeth

    Abigail may feel bad about her neck feathers, but I think she looks pretty cool, myself!

  2. OK, I’ve been reading your blog for awhile now, but I’ve been shy about posting a comment. However, the pictures of this beauty were just too good to pass up.
    I have simply got to get me some chickens.

  3. Our chickens are molting, and they look ridiculous

    by Elizabeth Jardina, Sunset researcher With cooler weather and longer nights, our birds’ bodies have decided that it’s time to surrender their feathers and grow new ones. Molting. Most chickens molt once a year, usually during the fall or winter.

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