September 23, 2013 – Today, I reviewed what I like to call, “The Art of Molting” with the pullets. The majority of our adult flock is in one stage or another of annual feather renewal, causing the chicken yard to resemble a dreadful crime scene. Poor Betty looks like she escaped from a pillow-making factory and Hattie isn’t far behind her in appearance. This has freaked out the youngest members of our feathered family. In the wee hours of the morning, I spotted Dolly Parton and Kellie Pickler in trench coats and fedoras, peering with binoculars into the underbelly of our coop. Maisy and Dottie were online researching bodyguards and suits of armor. It was time to put their minds at rest. I think I addressed all of their questions and convinced them that no crime had been waged upon the chickens of Cluck, Cluck, Doo! Our security measures are top-notch, and molting, though sometimes ugly, is a completely natural process for chickens to go through. All the same, Charlotte has volunteered to spend the night in the pullet’s coop just in case one of them has a nightmare. Charlotte is a wonderful mother, a hen of refinement, and the best Sudoku puzzle player that we have. She is without doubt, the product of a good egg.
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