Cinder, my Easter Egger.
Story time! Once upon a time, my mother called me up in a panic, asking me if her chicken was going to die because it had lost all its feathers. I am extremely ashamed to admit it was an amused eye roll moment for me as I told her the bird was probably molting. A couple years later and I've been paid back in full for laughing at my mother, because when I walked outside and saw Cinder like this my first thought was, "Oh cheese, what the heck happened to my bird!?" I nearly had a heart attack. I was searching for signs of a predator/flock attack, plucking, or a major worm load before coming to the conclusion that it was just a molt. I hadn't realized I'd never experienced a chicken going through a truly ugly molt before. My poor Mom; now I know exactly how she felt!