The Brahmas are joining the chicken clique that hangs out around the house, which is really nice. It’s the safest place for the chickens, and the most social.
Naturally the most vulnerable chickens, moms, chicks and adolescents, range the farthest, giving me palpitations, while the old girls homestick.They’re always together. The Brahmas are so sweet, they’re the big feather pillows of the chicken world. One of them is in a half-molt state. Feathers falling out everywhere but also new ones growing back- a whole new set on her feet; she’s got whole patches growing in, but is still dropping feathers. She’s not going for that whole naked stage. Too cold.
Now they’ve joined the House Moochers, that leaves only two retirees that still linger close to the retiree coop (coop nearest house).
Dozing, here with Cheeks.