"My yard is actually so full of feathers, I wish I had an outdoor vacuum or something. "----------I went outside one day and thought at first a hawk must have gotten one of the ladies. Mother Nature played a dirty trick on chickens, having them molt in cold weather. Marie Essipoff wrote in her freezer book: "There is Gypsy Rose Lee, who somehow or other lost all her plumage. She shed her baby down and forgot to grow new feathers. She waxed large and gawky, and pecked around the yard as naked as the egg she came from.... Gypsy matured without complexes because we made a pet of her....She has earned a normal life span by reason of the laughs and entertainment she gave us during her period of nudism." Also there was M'sieur P'tit-P'tit. another chicken story!