As I sat on my portable drawing stool sketching drowsy kids this morning, a little hen rootled nosily around me. She wanted to know what I was doing and she wanted to know what I was doing it with. Peeking into my bag, peeking into my lap, she then settled herself about 10 inches from me, flopped down on the grass, shimmied her plump feathery self into a comfortable position, closed her eyes. And fell asleep.
Many thanks to Celebrity Dairy for letting me come and draw once again.