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| "Strutting Dottie" This is more of a collection of what I think my clucky friends dreams may be. Dottie typically lays the smallest egg in the coop, so I have portrayed her with a large golden egg. She is always proud and sings a loud song after depositing her glorious efforts with the clutch. |
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| "Good Looking Roo" When he was hatched as a bantum naked neck in a world full of hens towering over him twice his size, he got a touch of little cock syndrome. (Don't Get no Respect!!) He chose the path of the mouthiest one in the bunch, and overcompensates sometimes trying his hardest to be terrifying. His mullet is a shiny red cap, and some days it verges more on the look of a rat-tail. Like Tom Jones, he always has his shirt unbuttoned for the ladies, and I know he's a tender sweet little thing when he sings. I have portrayed this ridiculous little scamp as large fanciful rooster, with a flowing Fabio mane of feathers, who walks in silence because he can't help but be noticed in all his glory. |
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| Sand Chicken The sand offers many options and opportunities for creating public art, later to be destroyed mercilessly by a two year old merely because that's what little boys do. Build it, crash it! Though sad to see the hen smashed back into the ground with little feet and hands and the aid of a plastic shovel, the giggles during and after demolition are irresistible. Why did the chicken cross the road? - She has an apparent lack of dromophobia. "Business is never so healthy as when, like a chicken , it must do a certain amount of scratching for what it gets."- Henry Ford Enjoy your day! |
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