Ruffled Feathers: A Hen Burlesque Show

Gael Glen Farm certainly lived up to its name with gael force winds blowing across the farm this afternoon.  The blustery weather ruffled the feathers of our resident poultry. The hens could not keep their lady parts covered up!

Luckily I was the only one who seemed to notice the many flashes of hot pink bottoms around the barn yard. Despite his presence, Beemster completely missed out on all the action. He simply could not keep his luxuriously long feathers in check.  He teetered and tottered his way blindly around the chicken run going nowhere fast and completely missing the hens’ impromptu burlesque show. 

The only one seemingly not bothered by the wind was Ava. She snoozed the afternoon away.  Not even the very close proximity of hens and ducks could entice her to move a muscle, let alone attempt a lick.