I’ve always got a kick out of the chickens, but I always dismissed them as dirty and sort of dumb. I have evolved. Chickens, at least my chickens, are somewhat mystical figures to me, they have become a metaphor for family and connection. They stay together, rest frequently, are busy for hours looking for bugs and seeds and worms, have inexhaustible energy. They criss-cross the farm, always together, and every now and then, they gather and they represent something to me, family I think, and purpose.

And they are sure posing for me.