Once a year a chicken molts. They loose their feathers, starting at the head, and grow new ones. Because all their energy is put into making new feathers, we get no eggs.
Let's play a little game. It's called molting or not molting? Get ready, get set, go!
If you said molting, molting, not molting, well… you win the gold star for today!
The last photo is the back of Lucy, our low chicken on the totem pole. You remember Lucy. We did a post on her here. She is picked on by the flock and was the, *a-hum* 'object of desire' of James, the rooster. By the end of the summer, her back was bare. Now look at her! Beautiful.
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