Today, marks six weeks since my sweet Coco started to molt. She spent the first three weeks of her molt nearly naked. And while those feathers came in so quickly, she still has a long ways to go.
She's fully covered and has a nice layer of down to keep her warm. But she's still off her game. So I picked her up tonight, which she so dislikes. I just wanted to be sure I wasn't missing something obviously wrong with her. And she's fine. She's just covered in pin feathers. It's like she's got a second wave of feathers coming in all over.
So I gave her some meal worms to show her how much I love her. And she appreciated the gesture. But she still watched me with a very cautious eye for the rest of the evening. Just to be sure I didn't get close enough to touch her again.
I will say, of all the breed chickens I've had, a freshly molted Jersey Giant is the softest thing in the whole wide world. I really wish she liked more attention than she does because it's so tough keeping my hands off of her.