Molting Birds
Dear Bird Nerds,
The past few weeks, we've woken to a massaquer by fox-amount of feathers in the chicken coop. And each morning I get frustrated because I know I'll have to dedicate at least 30 minutes to cleaning them up otherwise they get caught in their feet and can cause infections. As if my day isn't busy enough...
But every morning, I slip into my bird boots and sift the feathers from the sand--a Handful from black and white Wyandotte and Plymouth Rocks, half a bucket full of Sussex Speckles and grey Easter Eggers, a scoop of yellow Buff Orphingtons and a pluck of our orange Sebright.
And I have to admit, it's been the best therapy. Nothing else does a better job at shutting off my analytical mind and allowing me to be in the now.
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