The old lady and her chickens
Here are two of my newest best friends, Rosie and Rocket. They weren't thrilled to be scooped up for a photo shoot, but they are representing the flock of six. Rocket, a Plymouth Rock, has the highest pecking order. Rosie, a Rhode Island Red, is second in command. They get to eat first, leave and enter the coop first and other chicken privileges.
Being obsessed with chickens has cut into my drawing time. I went to my watercolor class with absolutely nothing to show for the past two weeks. I'm starting to panic a bit because I'm losing ground, I could tell that much in the first hour. Lines weren't drawing, paint wasn't mixing, nothing was turning out the way I'd hoped. I won't even post it -- and, for those of you who have been following my blog regularly, you know how absolutely and totally shameless I can be. Today's effort was that bad. (Long sigh....)
Those are some FAT chickens... I've thought about doing a small coup, but I'm afraid my terriers would kill them...so no chickens yet. Oh and I bet that watercolor painting isn't nearly as bad as you think.
ReplyDeleteHi Elaine - You're right, some dogs and some chickens have territory issues. When I was discussing the chicks with Demi, one of my black labs, she immediately began licking her lips. No, Demi, no!
ReplyDelete...with chickens around to play with, I think I'd put the paintbrush down for a while too! I wish I had chickens, but they're not in the "suburb" rules!
ReplyDeleteHi Kelly -- Our community changed the ordinance recently and there has been a rush to include chickens into the neighborhoods! Chickens are IN! Thank you for stopping by.
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