|This picture was not photoshopped.|
That really is the size of Manboob, I mean, Outside Kitty.
Although he says it was taken at a bad angle so it only looks like he's enormous.
Not all of the animals (and older humans) are overweight here on the homestead. Although the goats have hay bellies, they aren't carrying much fat on their bodies. And surprisingly enough, Charlie is pretty sleek for a dog that seems to be in a perpetual dozing-coma. Our chickens are also fit and trim. Or at least I think they are. Is there such a thing as a fat chicken? Do they get cankles? Muffin tops? Beer bellies? I don't know. But I do know that a few of them could use a little extra fat to keep them warm because they are in the middle of molting and look like they've been plucked. What reason did nature have to make chickens molt during the coldest time of the year? I'm almost tempted to crochet some chicken sweaters for the poor buggers.
So not only are the molting chickens freezing their butts off from lack of insulating feathers, but they are being cursed by me for not laying and being mocked by every other animal. Even Clover the wonky-eyed goat makes fun of them. Molting chickens are one of the ug-lee-ist things I've ever seen on a farm (A goat's penis being the most horrendous. You're welcome.). If a non-farmish person were to come to our place and see one of these birds, I'm sure they'd call the ASPCA the nanosecond they left the place and got cell service.
The only upside to all this is that in a few more weeks they'll be sporting new, shiny feathers and it will be akin to the ugly duckling maturing into the beautiful swan. Well, maybe not that pretty. But it'll sure be an improvement from this:
|Did it look like your chicken has been run over by a Mac truck|
tossed into the washing machine on "heavy load" and
chucked out the window of a moving train?