I never knew I had a thing for chicken butts. Well, more specifically, their gorgeous buttockal plumage. (I think I just made up a really awesome word there). Whenever I’m outside, I keep my eyes peeled for stray feathers. I also somewhat regularly remind Dave to tell me when he plans to harvest the barred rock roosters because just look at all their gorgeous feathers. I might have a problem but I think what it really means is that I’ve officially adjusted to farm life.
I couldn’t decide if I liked the colour or black and white version better so you can see the black and white version here. Also, for some reason, my collection of feathers in my pretty purple bowl remind me of this band. Happy Friday! Xo.