Okay! This weird, scraggly thing used to be an Easter Egger hen named Cinder. I'm not sure when the metamorphosis happened - it's like a couple days ago I had a hen, but yesterday I looked out and it's like Cronenberg had visited the coop. Unlike my other bad molter this year, though, Cinder gets sweeter instead of crankier, and she seeks out other chickens to snuggle against.