It’s a funny and not so funny story. My ladies have all but two gone into molt and I was hoping that they would start lying again. Anyway one of the girls is a bit skittish when people are around and today even more so because of heavy rain and high winds. They usually go to roost around 5 pm but tonight she hid in the corner of the run, probably because of a blue tarp I put over the run next to the coop. It was flapping around a bit. Anyway I thought I would be nice and help into the coop. As I reached down to pick her up she stood up and bolted into a dead run but not before I had my hand on her back, which usually causes her to set back down. As she began to move away my instinct was squeeze but in doing so all I got ahold of was her tail. Please realize that this happened in the blink of an eye. As she ran I heard several small popping sounds, kind of like someone stepping on the bubbles of a packing sheet. I could not release my grip fast enough and ended up holding all of her tail feathers in my hand. At this point she bolted into the coop and hid under the nesting boxes. I hope she regains some sense of calm but I fear that she will not come around when I’m in the run which is OK if her tail returns and she starts lying again.