As a “seasoned” hen keeper, I can tell when it’s beginning. It’s partly the change in the temperatures from summer to fall and partly the evenings that arrive earlier and mornings that don’t brighten quite as early. Those are reminders. It’s the first hen that doesn’t join in the usual henny activities – when the other ladies are exclaiming over a late season grasshopper or other tasty treat, she’s still sitting in the dust bath or huddled in a sunny corner of the yard.
|Can you see the tiny hole in the point of the feather?|
weather is not conducive to outdoor dust baths.