Like all divas, the chickens do not notice the photographer hovering about them, moving with the light. The are deep in preparation, concentration.  They are going over the moves, cleaning themselves off, puffing up. They are stars, assured and above the small distractions of life. Decidedly inferior humans see them as foolish and dirty and even eat them. But the Bolshoi Chickens live in the moment, live in the dance. You are welcome to see the Chicken Bolshoi Ballet.