Sussex Light Cockerel (Or the French equivalent!)
40 x 30 cm
I am getting broody. No, not more children, just chickens!
Lately, everytime we go anywhere, I find myself peering over walls and through wire mesh fencing at the the varied flocks in the villages that surround us. Until such time as the back garden is secured and the old chicken house repaired, I must content myself with painting other people's poultry.
Next week I will take this fine chap and two fat hens up to my exhibition at the Auberge at Oncieu, a tiny village of old stone farm houses that huddles in a defensive circle around a field on a hill top. It overlooks the valley of the Albarine as it cuts north through the Jura massif towards Amberieu, and in its turn the village is overlooked by craggy limestone cliffs. I once started to clamber up to the cross perched on the summit of the ridge, but got wobbly, and decided that discretion was the better part of valour. However, even fom this particular chicken's point of view, the panorama was pretty amazing!
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