Above: Shy Chicken, normal size

This is one of those days where I wished Jason had a camera on his forehead because of the incongruity. And of course when I went to look, all the chickens went to look at me as though I were a popcorn dispenser and if I wasn’t carrying the bowl (they quickly found out) they ignored me. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. But!

Apparently as he was handling coop matters this morning Shy Chicken turned to him and fluffed up like a big, auburn feathery marshmallow. Jason was enchanted, since she’s the petite redhead and the least likely to bulk of all of them.  So he researched online and found this thread, which gives several reasons, but he voted for warmth (since today was actually a cooler non-summer day for Seattle rather than the norm)