For those of you who are new to me, let me back -track for a sentence or two and let you know that I was not born to this country life- I married into it. I moved into the deserts of New Mexico, away from Starbucks, pavement, street lights and motor cycle cops to a 20 acre parcel that is filled with cows, horses, goats, chickens and now guineas. Cowboy and his hobbies. I’m not knocking it, but I would like to say that my hobbies- my art- can be stored in a box. His is alive. His poops. His makes noise.
Here is the latest installment at the Metcalf Ranch-a- lette. This is how it starts.. 14 of them. Ok kinda cute…. So I did a little supportive research. And what I found is more than I can bare.. They are ugly when they are grown. Not just a little ugly. Ugly like horror film ugly. It is like a cross between a turkey, a big chicken and a vulture.
Pictures and Info at www.backyardchickens.com
Maybe I can paint them. Purple.