I spent my happiest hours of my youth on my grandparent's chicken ranch. There were five hen houses, one dedicated to the brooders that Gramps set up every spring for the new chicks. I didn't get to handle them nearly as much as I wanted, but I got to look at them a lot. So, shades of my childhood rose up and painted this little thingy, which is, of course, not done, but, gee, when are they ever? For the moment, I had a lot of fun and am now about to go back to do some abstracts, and, after perusing it some more, decide what still needs work on these little guys. This process, it is really tricky, you know. And how lucky am I to spend hours and hours doing it.
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