Finally the girls are able to enjoy their days in weather that isn’t 115 degrees. Only 95 today! Probably still seems hot to most folks, but not to the chickens here in Phoenix. They’ve stepped away from the mist systems and fans to do what they like best, scratching around in the dirt looking for treats.
Nights are in the 60’s and I’m certain the hens think they’ve died and gone to heaven.
It may still feel like summer, but they all know it’s time for new winter duds… and the molt begins.