Lately I’ve been fielding questions about hens that are losing their feathers now, in late winter. This is not molting season. In many places (like here) the weather is frigid. It’s not a good time for a hen to look like this:

The best layers molt late in the fall, not in the coldest months of winter. So, what’s going on?

A molt can be a sign of stress and/or disease. So, do observe your molting hen’s behavior. Is she eating and drinking and acting normally? Check for signs of external parasites. There might be something amiss.

But, in the cases that I’ve been hearing about, the hens are fine. What’s happening is that people, in their desire to get chicks at a time convenient to them (but not what farmers saw as prudent in the past) , are buying birds that hatched out of season. Mail order hatcheries are selling chicks year-round. If you bring your chicks home in September, then their first molt will be in the worst weather of late winter, and you won’t see eggs again from those hens until early summer.

In the past, when winter eggs were pricey, a farmer’s profit would be made from the good winter layers. Chicks hatched in the spring and were carefully matured so that the first year they laid through the winter, and in the second year molted in the fall and provided eggs again as winter waned in February and March. There is nothing in my extensive collection of vintage poultry manuals that gives advice about hens molting in the winter because it just wasn’t done.

Let me know if you have hens that are molting now, and let me know how they’re getting on.

This is the view from my home office window. I took this photo yesterday morning. Do you see the fox?

Here’s a closer view (taken with a zoom lens from inside, through a screen.)

I wonder what happened to its tail. It’s a hard life, even for the predators. I watched this fox leap and pounce in the tall grasses, likely hunting voles and other small creatures. Even in the act of killing, a fox is charming and beautiful. It was a warm day, and the snow had melted away. I was going to let the girls out, but I did not. A fox would rather fill its belly with one large chicken than a multitude of mice.

I have heard several very sad stories lately of entire flocks decimated by predators. I’ve been told of favorite hens taken in the night. Do not underestimate how hungry the predators are. Do not think that your fencing is secure. Years ago, I learned the hard way. We had installed chicken wire 5 feet high, and buried 6 inches underground. Hawk netting was tightly secured above. In the hot summer we left the windows and pop door open, thinking that the hens were safe. We’d never had a problem. The fenced coop was inside of a fenced backyard. I had a good dog who kept predators away. One night a raccoon climbed up, ripped the netting off of the enclosure and strode right into the coop. She killed four hens.

You might go for a couple of years without a predator attack and think that your hens are well-protected. I know someone who surrounded the coop with a sturdy dog pen; it was even enclosed overhead with the wire panels. A weasel slipped through the 2- inch gap in the gate.

Learn from my experiences and not your own heartache. Close your hens up at night. Latch them from the inside. Plan for daytime attacks, too. Even if you free-range your chickens, build a coop and pen that is spacious enough so that the hens can be kept enclosed. There will be days when foxes are hunting nearby.

It is the last day of January and it is 58 degrees F. Everyone is sloshing through muck and puddles outside.

Barn windows drip with condensation. As I write this, rain is coming down, a hard wind carrying it sideways.

This is dangerous weather. When it is well below freezing and there’s ice on the windows and snow on the ground, I don’t worry. When the temperature rises, I do. Germs multiply in warm, moist air. Respiratory disease lurks in all barns, but when it is dry and cold it goes into hiding. Manure that has solidified into clumps on barn boards, and frozen hard into the ground outside, thaws. It releases moisture and ammonia fumes, bacteria and viruses.

Pearl, my Cochin, is my only feather-legged hen. I only have the one, and this is why:

Although some people think that feathered legs keep birds warm, around here they get muddy and icy. She carries the wet, cold around with her. Yesterday, knowing that this warm front was on the way, I mucked out the coop and put down fresh shavings, so that Pearl and the others have a dry home.

I’ll keep an eye on the outdoor runs. I’ve been putting down shavings, to keep the chickens up off the snowy ground. But, in this weather, it could easily go moldy, bringing illness to my flock. If it remains warm, it will all be shoveled out this weekend.

For now, everyone is safe and dry and breathing clean air in their well-ventilated coops. A January thaw is never a good thing. I’ll be paying close attention to the girls.

I spent Monday at the humongous (no exaggeration, it takes up the Javitz Center and two Piers) NY Gift Fair. This is THE place to go if you are a creator/purveyor of …. stuff! Things for the home, gifts for your friends, artist-designed stationary, clever items for the office, luxury for the bedroom. It’s all there, and more. Buyers from retailers big and small come from all over the world to find stock for their shops at this event. My book, Vintage Chicken Postcards, was there, at the Ellie & Friends booth. (Ellie is a rep, who sells to delightful indie shops.)

Of course, while looking about, I kept an eye out for chickens. There was this teapot.

Take off the top (and use it as a cup) and underneath that is another cup. Under that is a tea strainer.

A Danish company was selling Scandinavian design home accessories. Which I love. Especially the egg cups. Just looking at them made me happy

I met a woman who designs and sells temporary tattoos. Did you know that you can put them on eggs? She has this chicken tattoo that I might have to wear at my next Chicken Keeping Workshop.

But, you don’t have to go to the NY Gift Fair to find beautiful chicken-themed items for your home. You could go to a poultry show. This platter was at the Northeast Poultry Congress at the My Chickens and Me table.

So much creativity and talent all around! What have you seen lately that inspires and makes you smile?

Karen Robinson was one of Candy’s many fans, and like all of us was saddened to hear of the great bunny’s passing. But, since Karen is also an artist who specializes in animal portraiture and wildlife paintings, she was inspired to do more than send me a sweet note (which would have been enough!) Karen was moved to paint a tribute to Candy. I received this in the mail today. It came all the way from Karen’s home near Devon, in the UK.

She painted it from the photo that I took of Candy and Pip conversing.

Karen’s website has a gallery of her work. Take a look at these. What great dogs! She keeps a blog where she writes about her commissions and her artistic process; I always enjoy a peek into the working life of an artist.

Thank you, Karen.