Monday, April 16, 2012
Post battery chickens
I think I might set up my very own stock photography business. I'll call it "Chickens In Motion", because I have a whole folder full of chicken photos, each and every one of them blurry to the extreme, with the example above being the lone exception. The chickens, which are former battery hens now being looked after by my mother-in-law, are cute and all, but have no idea how to stay still.
Although, if I'd been trapped in a cage for the first 18 months of my life I'd be all bop bop with my head and scamper scamper with my feet, too. Can't really blame them. When my m-i-l first received them, she said they didn't even know how to walk properly. They spent a few days tentatively flexing their feet, and only moving a step or two at a time, looking rather freaked out at that. Poor things. It's nice to see them having a better life. From the latest report, they are now roaming freely around the entire massive backyard, and scratching the dirt with the best of them. Hoorah!
Gosh, enough freed chicken sentimentality - let's get back to business. If you need a pic of a fuzzy chicken, give me a call! I'm your girl! But do ring before dinnertime, as I'll be busy making lasagne. Silverbeet, not chicken.
at 1:15 pm