After receiving a 55 to 250mm zoom lens, taking pictures of uninterested chickens from behind the nectarine tree while they scratched at bird seed in the drive way was much easier.
Getting them to face the way of the camera, was an entirely different challenge.
James Durbin (who is really a hen...) however, preferred the lone wolf tactic. Scratching alone below the shelter of the dormant lilac bush.
The Bennet sisters always catch my eye. They're so loyal to one another, even now that they are all grown up. The closer one is just known as Mrs. Bennet, the one further away is Doily. They are both White Laced Wyandotte hens. They lost a brother a few years ago, by the name of White Lace.
This is Biscuit. A Buff Orpington. She has always been a good listener, and a special friend to me. The name, curiously enough, came from a dream that I had.
Buff Orptingtons are one of the breeds I remember most from when I was a kid. They were so sweet and tame. I used to play with them for hours in a big cedar tree behind the house. They would be princesses, I would be a maiden in waiting and the Top Hat roosters would be the three evil kings from another land.
Here is Colonel Mustard, the rooster, showing Lucky the Black Orpington hen exactly where to scratch for something tasty. While also keeping watch for hawks, dogs, cats, or anything that could cause harm to his lovely hens.
The thing I love about chickens is that they never worry about the future, they live for the present and react when something comes.