Early in 2019, I decided to paint a picture of Fancy, my favorite chicken. She talked to me and responded to me. She jumped onto the swing where I was lying and cuddled into my body and she sat and relaxed. I loved her. If my cell phone rang while I was outside, she came to help me talk. My friend that called would always ask what the noise was. Finally, she learned to ask if Fancy were talking to me.
She would come with my three other hens to the side door and ask for a treat. The other hens stayed on the ground and looked up at the door and Fancy. I peeked from another window to see what they all did.
I told another blogger about my plan and she sent me watercolors and brushes. I bought an expensive pad for watercolor. I practiced with the colors, mixing a color that was her main color. I sketched and resketched her outline. Then, it was all swept away with my house.
Only one person other than Tommy knew about my new pursuit. Do any of you use watercolors? What is your experience?
I don't feel like posting or even writing this, so I have nothing else today. We had plans, but I am not going anywhere or doing anything. Tommy will have leftovers once again--baked chicken, field peas and snaps, and sliced tomatoes.
