Phoenix dropped a dozen or twenty feathers over the course of about a week, then got right back to laying. She looked, at the worst, slightly disheveled, although the other chickens picked on her for it anyway. (That is what it is like, being the omega chicken.)
Norska shed pigeons-full all over the yard. She looked like she'd been used to dust things. All her tail feathers fell out. Now she's grown everything back in and looks much more respectable, but she hasn't started laying again yet. I tap my feet impatiently.
About a week and a half ago, when Norska was starting to slow down on the feather-splosion, Teckla started molting. She, too, has been leaving little piles of feathers behind any time she stands still for a few minutes. She's not cranky about it this year like she was last year, which is nice. Also she is much, much funnier-looking.
These are the pictures I would use to embarrass the chickens in front of their dates, if the chickens had dates or understood the concept of embarrassment.
First, Norska as of the beginning of November. Note the sad lack of tail feathers and general lumpy, bedraggled appearance.
Second, Teckla this afternoon. It turns out that if you tell the chicken "Hey, come here so I can make fun of you on the Internet," she will instead hide behind the shed. But it did not save her.
Zombie chicken is coming for you!