I swear it looks like there was a fox in the chicken run last night. There wasn’t, or we’d have no chickens left, but the floor is covered in feathers.

Barbara, always our most flighty and timid bird, seems to be following Margot’s lead and shedding her feathers, and now there are little curls of white all over the place.

This could explain our slowly declining egg production, which has taken a hit this month. It could be down to the shortening days (the nights are already officially longer than the days now) but I’m not so sure; I really don’t think they’ll have noticed that yet.

Everything else has remained the same: food, water, environment and vegetable scraps.

Perhaps they’re telling us it’s time to start looking for a few new hens to keep them company.

Related posts:

1. Moulting chickens
2. Our chickens are moulting heavily
3. May egg tally