This is one of the more interesting times of the year for backyard chicken owners. The time when a chicken gives a shake, or a gust of wind blows, and a bushel of feathers release into the air with a barely audible “poof”.
Feathers, feathers everywhere. The girls, they are a moltin’.
This also means that egg production has come to a complete halt. Liesl and Greta are losing feathers like mad, but Ginger, who is only eight months old, won’t molt until next year. However, she seems to be going through a “sympathetic molt” and has stopped laying eggs in solidarity with her sisters. We’ve set up a light in the coop on a timer, so that she gets at least 14 hours of light a day, and hopefully, when the other two are done their molt, she’ll start laying again with them.
Chickens. Mysterious, fascinating creatures.