Our hens get up early and are busy. Just after lunch, the sun is too strong for them and they find a different street to rest under.
Often, they choose to take their shade underneath my garden beds.
This morning, they decided to arrest under one of our young and beautiful white birch trees. They have a good chicken life.
A visually delicious picture Jon, I’m going to keep this one, it is so peaceful to look at. Thank you for your skill in such creative ‘seeing’. Compositionally, the tree trunk gives structure anchoring the hens amongst the lush greenery of the leaves. I hope you’re proud of the work you’ve done with your photography. Your life now, your photography, is the mountain you’ve come to now. Imagine how you came to your photography and creating your blog around that. The struggles you’ve come through to reach this point in your life that you so openly share with others helping us too to deal with our life’s struggles. Did you ever think this would happen when you made such a major change to your life?
And yes, lady hens are hard workers. I called my chicken house, The University Women’s Club because my ‘ladies’ were such hard workers laying eggs once a day, always busy looking for grubs to eat, places to nest. However, when I brought my elderly aunt to visit at my country home one day, she looked at the sign and was incensed. She was one of the founding members of the Toronto University Women’s Club. Her sense of humour did not extend to my hen house. However, she did recover from her initial shock of my little painted sign on my chicken house.
Sandy Proudfoot, Canada