The spring onions have come in, the chickens are laying again and I've been thinking about bodies. My yard is full of bodies -- chickens and cats and the dog and myself. Himself, my love, likes the cats, puts up with the dog, but really does not like the chickens at all. Mostly because they shit in the yard. I clean up after them, but chickenshit is a factor in this space. It doesn't bother me, but I grew up in horse barns, and mucking out was one of my first childhood chores.
Lichens, All of Us
Lichens, All of Us
Lichens, All of Us
The spring onions have come in, the chickens are laying again and I've been thinking about bodies. My yard is full of bodies -- chickens and cats and the dog and myself. Himself, my love, likes the cats, puts up with the dog, but really does not like the chickens at all. Mostly because they shit in the yard. I clean up after them, but chickenshit is a factor in this space. It doesn't bother me, but I grew up in horse barns, and mucking out was one of my first childhood chores.