|Katy, freshly dressed for winter|
Nothing stays the same, however. If times are bad, they'll get better. If things are good, they can get even better. For Katy, feathers grow back after a molt. It's not the end of the world. Now Katy looks great: new hair do and sparkling new dress just in time for the real part of winter.
Of the Things I get to do today, I'm most intent on discovering which of my girls is/are laying eggs. So I've kept a vigil of sorts. Through the family room windows it can be challenging to see who's actually missing (and presumably, therefore, on the nest) when two of the hens could pass for twins and the others are dark or grayish from a distance.
|Katy's egg on the left: slender and not as pink|