This was the last of the first week of chicken paintings, done with gestural strokes and acrylic inks, one of them iridescent (hard to photograph!) I had just spent some time with the new chicks in the perfect hanging-out-with-chicks setting – our old vegetable garden. It’s a small raised bed surrounded by deer netting and it has been totally reclaimed by the weeds. A perfect site for little chicks to explore and try their wings and taste new foods. So I just sat in there with them for a while on this gentle summer day – not too hot nor too cool and with the fragrance of lavender and ripening apples in the air. One by one I held them, watching them balance on my arm and then take off for a short wing flapping flight to the ground. They didn’t stray far from my feet. After a while of listening to their soft cheeping and gazing at their intricate new feather patterns I went into a delicious state of nature repose.