So here is the post about chickens that I didn’t promise to write …….
When we first got our chickens last year, I wrote a post (Fear and Loathing in Las Chickenas) in which I went public about my feather phobia. For those of you too lazy or incompetent to follow the link to remind yourselves of the content, here is the final paragraph from that hazy, bygone day in August 2008:
“So for the time being, all is lovely in the chicken-garden. And perhaps by the time the moulting season comes around, the sight of tumble-weed balls of scraggy brown feathers rolling erratically around my feet will no longer fill me with the gut-wrenching, cardiac-arrest-inducing anxiety levels of a virtual-reality horror movie.”
Well, last autumn and winter came and went with an awful lot of rain, a considerably large number of eggs, and no sign of moulting whatsoever. The moult-free experience lulled me into a false sense of security, and as time passed, I continued to congratulate myself on the progress I was making toward combating my phobia.
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