I spent a few minutes yesterday getting some glamour photos of the chickens. Why? Well, because my camera was just sitting on the counter whispering to be used and the girls were strutting around the yard feathers a’gleaming.
In truth they weren’t all that interested in posing. They were fidgety and restlessly pecked about ignoring my coaching about positions and the vision I was trying to attain. They had me appreciating the feigned obedience and charitable mood of my kids last week during their portraits.
Finally the prima donnas just quit on me and strutted back home.
Oh, for those following: still no eggs.