Rosie and the other chickens, Sadie and Penny, are in a molt just in time for the temperature drops. I think I would time it a little better...but maybe I am also doing my own molt. Sorting and shifting...tossing out the things that no longer work for me in my life.
The girls have taken a break in the egg laying so they got wormed yesterday. They are off their feed so last week I made them a nice applesauce with Macintosh apples. Does anyone else see something wrong with this picture? It gets stranger. When an egg is accidently cracked in the gathering I scramble it and it goes in their next plate of leftovers.
But...they are not laying eggs, so I went to the market and bought my chickens a dozen eggs. And I made them a big pan of cornbread (a favorite.) At some point it has gone from leftovers to catering for chickens. What a wonderful and weird time of year.