Chicken Fetish

I am finding myself obsessed with my chickens as subjects for my photos. I can sit in a plastic chair for hours, well maybe not hours.....I mean who has time to sit in a chair for hours? It just sounds better. Anyway I sit in the chair with my new camera and take picture after picture of my chickens. I am sure the neighbors think I'm crazy when they look over and I am zooming in on another chicken face but heck they have interesting combs.



And all those colors. Wow! The way their feathers lay is just beautiful. They are a work of art.



Now everyone has their favorite thing to photograph. My friend is partial to feet and hands. She takes the most artistic shots of feet and hands that I have ever seen. Personally I glad my fetish is chickens. I think it is a little less weird......sorry my friend. But because of her I have learned to take shots with a more artistic eye. And she does understand my fascination with my girls. She will say things like, "Oh the red on that wattle is so perfect."

She gets it!

Sunday we were burning branches after cleaning up some cedar trees and while Hubby was busy dragging branches and throwing them on the fire I was stopping every few minutes to get my camera out of its case and take another chicken picture. I did take one of him and the burn pile just to make him happy but look who is helping him out. My girls.


To be honest he said,"Don't you dare put me in your blog." I said, "Don't flatter yourself, I wouldn't think of it. I'm taking pictures of chickens."



I am even taking pictures of the neighbor's chickens who, by the way, have free-ranged themselves over to our place to enjoy our bugs but scurry back home to lay eggs. I did try to entice them to stay with a little corn but it didn't work because they were too afraid of me. I admit it, I was going to steal the chickens.

I take the most pictures of Ramona the Brave. Maybe it's her golden coloring and the different shades along her feathers.

Or maybe because she always puts herself in a good pose.

Or maybe it's just because she is always underfoot.

Whatever the reason I have lots of pictures of this red headed egg laying machine.

I have even thought about making chicken greeting cards with my pictures. I am sure there is a need with all the urbanites buying their fancy chicken coops and enjoying their city fresh eggs. So next time you are in the card aisle be on the lookout for chicken cards.

It will either be me....or someone else beat me to it.