My barred was so stinkin cute this morning. I wish I had my camera with me. She went running out to the snow and pecked it like a mad woman (despite the fact she had plenty of water). At one point she looked up and had a whole beard of snow. She looked like a striped Santa lol.
This morning I discovered that my poor white rock had a broken blood feather. The poor dear just can't catch a break. She has been going through a LONG hard molt and still laying like a champ, but all the protein in the world isn't growing those feathers back fast enough. Anyways, she came in...
This is no help, but the thought nearly made coffee come out of my nose.
"That cat scared the waddles right out of them" Lol.
I don't think that would make a difference, but I'm the same person who thought my rooster was a hen with sunburn because her comb went from nude to red in an...