It seems that “Papa” has always kept a coop of chickens simply for the pleasure of having them. I desperately wanted a horse as a young girl but instead showed chickens and rabbits at the local 4-H fair. Although chickens weren’t glamorous then, I have a great fondness for them now. My favorite thing about this picture is that my parents have a very old photograph of a now deceased family member who is sitting with a chicken on his lap much like this. I think that we’ll have to make a canvas of Papa and Jenny to hang beside great, great, grandpa. (I sense a tradition in the making.)
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