Before Thanksgiving gets any closer, with all its dead turkeys, I'd like to share three of my favorite poultry photos, with gratitude for those unplanned moments when a hen doesn't move her head -- or a rooster stands still. I haven't pulled off a good wild turkey photo so far....but I keep trying. We do raise a dozen or so chickens, totally for all the kitchen scraps composting they do and for their fresh eggs. (We have mostly Ameraucanas, whose eggs have a blueish shell. Easter eggs all year long!) The roosters I photograph belong to other people, so thank you, Donnie, down the ridge, and Peg, in McCreary County. Predawn crowing is not for me and we do NOT keep roosters.
Sometimes I am led to explain that the color of an eggshell has no bearing on the egg inside, and the same goes for human beings.
I haven't yet mentioned in this blog that I make and sell photo note cards. Each one features an actual photo double-taped on hand folded colored paper, each card titled and signed by me. Thinking up titles is a kick. Sometimes I just stick to giving information about the image, but other times I play around with words. Occasionally I get stuck, but then I enjoy the excuse for brainstorming with my word wizard friend, poet George Ella Lyon.
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