Matilda, our house chicken, has started to moult.
At the moment we are getting only a few, small, feathers floating around her end of the kitchen.
To my surprise, they are more of a nuisance and more of a pain to clear up than her poo.
Goodness knows what it is going to be like if she progresses to a full moult. I can foresee her being forced to spend her days outside, instead of having the choice that she has now.