There were requests for pictures of my poor molting birds.Frankly just looking at a motley group of wacked-out feathers and chicken skin got me a little depressed. So I first had to post some snaps of the younger girls in their full-feathered fluffy glory.
Ah, the foof and arrogance of youth.
The sneaking around after preening for the cocksure boys. Wait. Is that a rooster reference? 'Cause that's how I meant it.
But look. Look at the inevitable end of all that vanity.
Just look, willya?
I hope the requested molting pictures are what you wanted. I for one feel a little older, a little less fluffy and a whole lot less fertile.
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What's up with that?
2 comments:
I think my feathers fell out after I had my last baby...and they haven't grown back yet.
Poor chickens.
oohhh! Us poor girls!!! What more can I say? I am still giggling... that last photo is hilarious. Guess we shouldn't laugh at their expense, but hay, laughter is the best medicine. Thanks for showing us pure molt!
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