Here’s another of my promised chicken haiku for those who contributed to Raleigh Review‘s scholarship fund:
Feathers in the yard
and chickens cringe from touch—
the prick of new growth.
We’ve entered molting season at Coop de Kaferberg.
Poor Victoria has lost all her tail feathers! She is very grumpy about that. (“Look away! I’m hideous!”) She doesn’t like to be picked up right now. Having all those new feathers coming in is a little like teething in babies—it needs to happen, but it doesn’t feel good.
Victoria is a faverolle, which is a variety of chicken that has feathers on the feet. You can see where the new pin feathers are coming in. If they get bumped and broken, they bleed profusely.
Hang in there, Victoria! It will be over soon. (Well, in a few months, if last year is any indication…)