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Seems like a lot of folks are saying these days, "The sky is falling, the sky is falling", and for flightless birds, that may be the case. But I'm not going to go into any of that here. And as much as I'd like to stay sitting on the fence rail in the previous post, the show must go on, as they say. Today the show will ask you to take a side trip to Pine River, Michigan, USA, where World Bird Wednesday is in progress still. Mr. Springman does some of the finest bird photography I've ever seen anywhere, it is as simple as that. And he hosts World Bird Wednesday, where anyone can post their own bird photos. So, this is my entry, though it be so humble as an ordinary free range chicken from southern France. I can't claim to be a fine wildlife photographer, but I wanted to participate in WBW this week simply to spread the word a little bit about the beautiful bird shots over there. Audubon is smiling down from wherever he is.
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The Colonel is surely beaming down his approval as well, and he was no dumb cluck.
Along with myself, I know a certain guy in Tennessee who's gonna love this!
The only entry on this weeks WBW that made me hungry. Odd.
You do me a great honor Owen! I appreciate the shout out as we say here in the wilderness. The first post I ever enjoyed from your blog was your Turkey road kill installment of last Thanksgiving. It was a revelation. I saw how photography and the written word together could make a real splash in the expression of "subversive" ideas. I have been a huge fan of your style ever since and credit you as an essential influence in my own brand of blogging. As a person who has the knack of sparking the fires of creative thinking in your readers, you are without peer!
Ah the chicken! The white bread of the bird world. It can become any flavor it desires to be. Chicken is metrosexual meat. Slather on a little BBQ and it'll sing the blues. Flour and fry it hot with the 7 secret herbs and spices and let the fast as grease lightening bluegrass begin.
Chicken's been outfitted more ways than the Barbie doll.
It is the blank piece of paper that receives our culinary imaginings be they grand or profane with equal enthusiasm. It's the red hen's eggs for breakfast and those chubby thighs and big breasts of the modern super chicken for dinner. It is the mother of all meats. You can't beat it, why would you even try!
P.S. TAYQ I roll with a Canon T2i and the legendary 400mm 5.6 L lens stuck on the front of it. We are a lucky generation to have such fine tools at our disposal!
Owen, it may be an ordinary chicken, but a beautiful capture nonetheless.
Beautiful, chook....
There is nothing nicer than holding a plump chicken clucking quietly to itself. The best therapy there is. As for eating them you must be mad.It would be like eating your own daughter.
wonderful photo!!
Oh you're doing the orange and purple pairing again, I love it! Also that chicken looks mighty tasty...
Haha...I love the picture of course, but I must tell you that my three Rhode Island Red hens would be quite hurt to be called 'ordinary'. These hens, which I affectionately refer to collectively as "The Brownie Troop" are currently working on their 'Egg Badge'. Rhode Island reds, once they begin laying, will produce 200 -240 lovely brown eggs in a year's time. Brunch, anyone? : )
Lovely photo - chicken and mallow - and all those fence 'posts.' Very good.
I am a big fan of Chickens and now a fan of your fine blog!
What a lovely little red hen!
Ah, Lynne, although he was no dumb cluck, the famous colonel beaming down, he certainly was the arch nemesis to all feathered fowl, roosters, roasters, hens, chicks, even in the egg their very genes trembled at the thought of the man who organized the execution, de-feathering, gutting, roasting, basting, and deep frying of more chickens than any other human in history ! Oh the millions of birds thus treated so that we could lick our fingers after a chicken dinner... (I plead guilty, I have participated in the feast...)
Dear Stickup, hmmm, I'm wondering if you're referring to the same Colonel in Tennessee as Lynne, or perhaps to our friend Myth who has commented a bit further down here? Or both...? I lived in Tennessee for over a year, and ate plenty of good chicken down that way... Best to you !
Dear Sinbad, very odd, you may want to see a specialist on appetite issues... :-)
O Springman !
I read, re-read, and read again your fine outburst here ! I think you have written a paragraph to rival Tom Robbins, one of my absolute all time favorite writers. Only Tom could possibly have said it as well as you have here, and I'm not sure that even he could have said it better. So my hat is off and swept low in a deep bow of respect, you have risen to new heights in my estimation, if that was possible. For I cannot forget your inimitable response to the dead turkey piece last November... Yes, I was grinning from ear to ear as I heard the fast-as-greased-lightning bluegrass start to play, as this red hen ran back and forth across the barnyard, as a little red rooster came chasing after. Oh, and yes, there was a red rooster on the prowl in the same place this hen was spotted, and he will be making a call on a WBW very soon, very soon, perhaps this coming Wednesday, if the fates allow it. In the meanwhile, pray tell, you have read some Tom Robbins, haven't you ? I think you must have... Echoes of Jitterbug Perfume and his unforgettable tribute to beets came to mind when reading your ode to metrosexual meat ! Ah, I could wax on for hundreds of more words here, but sailboats are waiting for me on the bay, I must be away while the sun is shining... be well, may your bird sightings be plentiful !
Hi Holding, I guess "ordinary" transcendant, like a chicken that takes to the air to fly...
Steve, am not sure what "chook" means... will have to ask the hen... I'm sure she knows...
Hi Margin, I've never held a hen or rooster in my arms, clucking or otherwise... guess I have an experience in life yet to discover. I hold a purring cat in my arms quite often, which is always a pleasure, so perhaps a clucking hen could be too... As for comparing eating chicken to eating my daughter... I'll have to contemplate that, I'd never looked at it that way, but if so, I guess I'm in trouble, as I've eaten rather a lot of chicken in my time here on earth, it's one of my favorite meals...
Hi Ann, many thanks !
Ah Saj, orange and purple make a fine combination... I'm thinking you could probable mix us up a bucket full of something orange and purple to drink if you set your mind to it... and if you hurry on over, maybe we could barbecue some wings ?
Hey Dan, yeah, brunch sounds great ! With some fresh egg omelettes ? Will be right over...
By ordinary I only meant in comparison to all the rare and exotic birds that show up on World Bird Wednesday, I felt a bit abashed at slipping in my red hen... but she is a nice color, isn't she... I admit, my hair is about the same color, some folks would say she's a strawberry blond, which is far from ordinary... Hope your troop are all going to earn their merit badge for laying eggs... But you didn't say if you have a little red rooster to keep all the hens in line ?
Dear Lady Mondegreen, many thanks for your kind words here, I'm very happy if you liked the fence photos as well ! Do stop by again...
Jean, I am honored, and am glad you enjoyed this red hen... a red rooster will be coming soon to join her here...
Hi Pat, many thanks for stopping by this totally obscure blog here, am very pleased to see new visitors dropping down out of a clear blue sky. Absolutely love your Ruby-throated Hummingbird, a simply beautiful image, love the effect of your post processing... and the colors in the feathers on his throat... absolutely gorgeous !
Great little poultry I mean portrait. :)
I love the lighting and colors!
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