Monday, October 21, 2013

Who Plucked My Chicken?

For those who have never seen a chicken during moult, this is the remains of Bonnie.  If you're squeamish, please avert your eyes from my nearly-naked bird.

She actually looks better in this photo than she has; she's getting her pinfeathers again - you can see the little quills sticking out all over.  Before she was just grayish chicken skin and a few gray and dusty feathers.

Aside from being on egg-strike for the duration, she doesn't even sound like herself.  Generally, Bonnie's chatty, little burbling cluck-cluck noises (except when she lays, when she makes a noise like anyone would who pushes something that large out of an opening that small).  During moult, she makes a noise like a sick, depressed cat.

I figure she's got another 10 days before she looks like herself again.  And maybe I'll have eggs by Halloween.

2 comments:

Kyle said...

Oh. My. Goodness!
I'm loving "Karen's animals" series!!

Daniel Efosa Uyi said...

hey nice post meh, You are one of the best writers I've seen of recent. I love your style of blogging here. this post reminds me of an equally interesting post that I read some time ago on Daniel Uyi's blog: Dating Women .
keep up the good work friend. I will be back to read more of your posts.

Regards