Molting

The chickens are definitely molting now. There are big piles of wind-blown chicken feathers in the corner of the run. From what I can tell, the two Wyandottes, Martha and Abigail, are losing the most feathers. I can't tell if Dolley is molting or not. Actually, none of them look any different than normal, which is surprising considering how many feathers are piling up. I'm collecting the nicest ones to take to Melina's preschool, where they will use them for arts and crafts. What useful pets these are!

Oh, and one other thing. I've noticed that Dolley, the barred rock, has taken to sleeping on the roost instead of piling in the corner with the other two hens. I've heard that Wyandottes don't usually roost like most chickens; I guess it's true. I feel kind of sorry for Dolley, sitting there in the cold air away from her warm brethren. But I guess it's her choice. And she probably sleeps better there anyway.