Let's just say it was not a happy photo shoot.
For any of the involved parties.
I carefully crafted the santa hat but immediately found myself making modifications: first for the tie ribbons, since the girls would quickly shake it off, and then for the slit, allowing for the comb to stick through.
Even with it securely fastened atop their heads, I had to be quick with the photos before it was violently tossed aside. The session ended rather abruptly as a crafty Phoebe flung the santa hat into a pile of fresh chicken poo.
A victorious chicken strutted around the yard, clucking madly.