Here are my chickens. This was taken a few months ago, and now they're even bigger...
Sorrel, the rooster, is crowing every morning, and I hope that he won't disturb the neighbours too much :D
This picture kind of reminded me of a poem that I want to share with you all :)
(not written by me)
The Red Wheelbarrow
William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
okay, maybe it's not a perfect match... but you see the similarities, right? :)
later, loves <3
** this was a short post -- hope I'll be able to actually write more soon! **
Hahaha I feel as if chickens try to fly because we have turned them into a fat bird. But I love em
ReplyDeletewell... they can kind of fly :P i love them as well
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