The other day as I was feeding and watering and generally fawning over the chickens, I was nearly overcome by the impressiveness greeting me from the general vicinity of one delicate, flighty little bird named Boo (aka Flighty Whitey).
Okay, not really. But I was struck by how quickly her comb went from mildly impressive to a floppy, droopy, flapping in the breeze red flag of chicken-ness. Chicken epitome.
Observe: Exhibit A. October 4.
Exhibit B. November 3.
Exhibit C. November 18.
Bonus pic of the day: Dino Puppy (aka Yoshi, aka Yoshi Takashite, aka The Gray One) has also gotten lovey again. She lets me give her chicken massages again – I think because she knows we have been discussing what we will do in the spring if these jerks don’t start laying soon. She’s buttering me up so I don’t make chicken soup out of her. No, for real.