There is a reason you only see pictures of brand-new baby chicks or their full grown counterparts. The juvenile stage is not kind to a chickens. It is happening to my pre-teens. Their feathers are coming in, and it's not flattering. Thank heavens there is not a rooster in sight. We'd have some seriously low chicken self-esteem around here. Here's a little photographic evidence.
Now those are some girls that only a mother can love.
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