Chicken on blue background

blue chicken

This one is small – 6″ by 6″, on paper (I’m mounting it on a wood panel).  Starting the first Friday in May, I’ll have a show up at Waldo’s here in Gettysburg. Many of the things I have posted here will be on the walls.

A scene from someplace that isn’t here

The chicken ambled about the yard in a combination of jerky motions, short flights, and rhythmic, head-bobbing steps. After the second turn about the garden, it paused and fidgeted about in a patch of scrubby grass. As are all real chickens, the ones designed to make food for our dinner plates, this chicken (shall we call her Henny? perhaps Abigail?) was ugly. Her spastic movements did not enhance her dingy white feathers and convoluted, dun-colored waddle. But her eyes were bright, and alert, and this made her worth watching by even the most impassive of viewers.

Henny (or is Abigail?) paused, intently surveying a spot on the ground near her feet. In one quick, stabbing motion, her head darted to the ground and her beak scratched at the loose soil. A moment later she returned to her full upright position, but now with something hanging from her beak. It was a thin chain, with what appeared to be a small locket. This was not a fancy lady’s locket, large and with no doubt a picture or lock of hair from a child or a sweetheart secreted inside. This locket was small, rectangular, unadorned, although perhaps at one time the flat face included some small decoration or initial. It was, in short, a man’s locket and this made its presence — here on the grounds of the famously single-sexed convent of the Order of the Righteous Bookbinderesses — all the more interesting.