The last few mornings, I have smelled fall in the air. I know it is coming. The amount of drones in the beehives are decreasing. The leaves on the trees are looking tired and the lawn is worn out from summer. September and school are only a month away. Yet, one of my biggest clues that fall is in the air is when the girls begin to molt. Every hen molts to a different degree. Some hens do it gracefully- you would have no idea that they had even lost a feather. Yet some hens are less graceful. Oyster Cracker, one of our Buff Orpingtons, always tips me off. As fall and cooler temperatures near, I wake up to find the coop looking as though a chicken had exploded in the night! Molting season has begun.