I have a friend who has chickens. Actually, I have several friends who have chickens, but only one of them lives nearby. One person, not one chicken. All of my one friend’s chickens live nearby. Why do I always have to explain this stuff to you people? Anyway, she’s got several different kinds of chickens, and they have all kinds of fabulous names. So, I went over, drank her bourbon, and took pictures of her chickens to paint from. Or from which to paint. Grammar nazis.
Here is the first of what will hopefully be a series. Meet Aretha, a black star chicken:
I have no idea how well she can sing, but with a name like that…