|Easter in the studio bookcase|
|Just mindin' my own business|
Yesterday I was painting and Easter kept coming in and jumping up on my tables. Its a pain because she will step in wet paint, or maybe walk over my computer keyboard, turn over water glasses and in general be a hazard to the artist and herself. But she wants to be with people, not other chickens. Every time she came in I would pick her up and throw her out as hard and far as I could and she would fly down and within minutes be back.
For a while, she just sort of stood on the steps outside the door. Which I thought was cute and I also thought maybe she understands to stay out now. But while I was focused on my work, I forgot about her until I heard some scratching from the bookcase. I found Easter had inserted herself into an out of the way perch, and I let her stay. Sitting upon those books, who could say no?
And to the skeptics: you cannot pose a chicken. I didn't set this shot up.