Every day, I check on our chickens.

I peek in through this chicken wire to check for eggs, and to make sure they have enough food and water.

Usually, I pay no attention to the wire itself. But this time, after looking in at the hens, I noticed the interesting lines and twists of the wire. The colour of the barn board behind the wire makes for an almost monochromatic composition.

Picture possibilities are everywhere.





I don’t know how I feel about this chicken business.

I’ve been talked into having hens. I resisted for a number of years, but have finally caved. Now there are four chickens in my garage, waiting for a coop to be built.

It’s for the kids, ultimately. And when my son discovered the first egg, a mere two hours after bringing them home, his excitement reminded me why they are here.

That, and fresh eggs for breakfast.