They've come out by fistfuls. Big, black, handsome Nina Simone Hen has lost her feathers.
|A small token of the feathers |
Nina has shed in the last two days.
That a hen would molt at this time of year is not a newsworthy item, facts be known. For some reason I thought Nina was immune. When the other hens stopped laying, she did her best to keep up with an egg every other day or so.
|Bare wing flesh showing today.|
Well, hurry up and get it over with. Snow is flying. You'll need your new coat soon. I'll keep the heat lamp on to tide you over.