Ain't Nobody Here

Ken Lunders

but us chickens.

We walked counter to our usual path when we go into the hills and went by the farm first. It was a bright, warm day: The first in quite a while. The chickens were out clucking & scratching happily when something caught their attention, probably a horny rooster, as I was trying to get a shot of them. The golden hen was on the move and I only managed to catch her lower fifth in the frame so I snapped again and got the rest of her. This image has her upper part spliced in.

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