The Dance of They Who Have Feathers.
Lulu looks on scornfully. Poor Ester is out of shot - her new feathers are coming in and still in their pin casings: once they're out, that will involve a good couple of weeks of constant preening to get the casings off. But she's keeping to herself, and I'm pulling her aside and giving her extra helpings of cheese, which is a form of chicken crack, and also a boost of protein, which her poor little body needs right now. Beulah has already gone through her molt and was only marginally compromised by it. We'll see how the Butts fares.