Winter showed his face here and the temperature plummeted. Instead of sleek feathered bodies, my chickens are balls of fluff to keep warm. They enjoy the cold more than the heat, though, so maybe as the molt finishes (they are starting to look less moth-eaten), and the temperatures are nice (for me that means highs in the 60s, maybe 70s), they might consider laying eggs again. Maybe. On the plus side, balls of fluffy hen are adorable.