Poor, pitiful Minnie. She's been so busy laying eggs that she postponed her annual molt until the last minute.
I'm hoping all her new feathers will grow in before it gets much colder.
She's actually quite beautful when she's in fine feather...and not standing on her head eating a tomato.
Clara: You could have molted with the rest of us, but noooo...
you had to wait and grab all the attention for yourself.
Minnie: Go pluck yourself.
Minnie: If you want any more eggs from me, you'll put away that camera now.