They look like strange little pissed off dinosaurs with feathers. Individually, chickens are funny little enigmas, strutting about with a chip on their shoulder. In groups they're roving bands of beady-eyed, sharp-billed raptors, waiting for the moment you aren't paying attention so they can peck your pedicure or ransack your flower bed.
Chickens aren't trusting creatures. They're the first to break and run at the slightest sign of trouble, raising a ruckus and squawking in agitated complaint, which tends to set one's nerves on edge. They're hard to hug, impossible to house train, and they don't like waiting their turn. I should think everyone should own a group of chickens at least once in their life in order to learn how not to act.
$250 / Unframed
9" x 12" / Oil on Canvas PaneL
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