We thought Speckle and Goompy had been molting again, but boy were we wrong! Isaiah found two large piles of eggs behind the shed yesterday. Nicely hidden from us in soft quiet nests. Unfortunately many were rotten, and two even exploded when Isaiah tried to move them. Poor Isaiah. I heard them pop from inside the house. Fortunately 14 of the eggs were still good. Thanks girls.
Time to make some pound cake.
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When chickens molt, I do believe you see lots of feathers lying around.
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