Foto Frenzy

This first one is an Elvis update, because there he is -- alone. We don't know why, but none of the other chickens like him, and his is a solitary life. Poor Elvis. It's also a jonquil update, because that arctic blast was short lived, and the predicted snow was a mere spit here and there. They survived. Last year they didn't. Also, notice the figure in the background, in front of the fence. Does that look like Bigfoot in clothes, or does it look like Bigfoot in clothes? It was the first thing I noticed when this photo came out of the camera.

Maybe you can't see the nature of the photo-captured stride, so we'll give it a zoom.

There's more to this photo than the breaking news that Bigfoot has visited someone's clothesline and helped himself. Look at the fence behind Bigfoot. See the section which is more gray than white? That's how I paint. The fence extends many feet to the left of the photo, and it's all painted white. The gray section is probably 6 feet wide -- unpainted. This isn't the only fence on our property which is partially painted. Some might say I have a problem staying on task. I think I'm missing a chromosome or something. Those are peach blossoms in front of Bigfoot's face. Pray for no late frosts. Global WarmingNot expunged every fruit on our property (peaches, apricots, apples, pears, plums) last year. I'd like to have a big old sit-down with Mr. Gore...as would a giant bank of scientists.

Upcoming is a piece of Zoomer's church. In my yard I have part of Zoomer's church, which was refashioned into birdhouses last year. See the piggledy roof on the gazebo? It needs to be replaced even more than the roof of our house does. I have to rat on myself, too. It actually has holes in it. I cloned the holes out of the photo. That'll work with the gazebo; if we reach the point that I'm cloning holes out of the house roof, we'll need to do some roofing.

Chickens crossing roads always amuse me. Okay, I'm simple; easily entertained. We have a hen that crosses the road to lay her eggs in the neighbor's hay bales. This isn't a road, though; it's our driveway. Still makes me think of chickens crossing roads.

Here's what they did when they got to the other side. To me, they're like moving flowers dotting the landscape.

I cropped this zoom, because it's the closest I've come to getting a clear photo of a partridge rock hen. From a distance, they seem like ordinary brown hens. Up close, the detail of their feathering is pleasing. It also sets me to thinking about bangs of any size.

You've seen a lot of the golden laced Wyandottes, but I can't think bang and not include one.

I wasn't there, so I don't know how noisy it may or may not have been. As I ponder the creation of the billions of things God thought to make on 6 successive days, I reckon it might have been noisy. This little gem of a chicken may have warranted at least a !*!POP!*! when it arrived on the scene. But mostly I look at the chicken...the trees, the flowers, the insects, the oceans, a hippo's twirling ears, a kernel of corn, the magnificent human body, and know these spring from intelligent design. Since a person possessing any measure of intellect -- from the smallest to the greatest -- could so easily recognize that chicken didn't come forth from an explosion, I reckon it's a heart matter. And it's heartbreaking when anyone would be so desperate to expunge God that they would place faith in a clearly and utterly ridiculous theory of creation through explosions and evolution. You can't make somethin' out o' nothin' anyway, so what do they think exploded?

I wasn't there. Neither were they. They're guessing. I read the historical account. And it makes perfect sense -- visually, intellectually, and scientifically.

Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honour and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created. ~Revelation 4:11

For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead; so that they are without excuse: because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful; but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools. Romans 1:20-22