Nekid chickens

 

Almost every bird we own is molting.

 

There are feathers everywhere.

The chicken coop floor looks as if someone took a knife to a feather bed.

Feathers littering the yard.

Feathers blowing across the pastures.

Feathers swirling in the pig palace.

 

 

 

Egg production has come to a complete halt.

It’s just impossible to grow feathers and eggs at the same time. Too much protein output for one little hen body to withstand. Something has to give.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so~ no eggs.

 

Now, to express my deep sadness reflecting our lack of home-grown eggs: a haiku.

Quiet, please~

A-hem…..

The egg, or lack there of

Good bye my sweet egg.

I will miss you terribly.

Until warm spring comes.

~ The End~

WAAAA!

 

Today’s count: 0 eggs, 0 gallons of milk

What’s for supper: stuffed cabbage rolls and broccoli with homemade Velveeta.

Weather: Mostly sunny, with a high near 52. Calm wind. Tonight partly cloudy with a low around 33. Light and variable wind.