Chicken Run

It was a sunny and (with 19°C) unseasonably warm Saturday. With my friend B away for a family visit, and P not in the mood to go for a walk with me, I just walked to one of the nearby supermarkets, and took the scenic route. 

It took me past the gardens which are full of chickens now, and I tried to get some chicken portraits through the fence. 

Most of the ladies were happy to oblige, but one white hen obviously didn’t want to become a blip model.