I opened the glove compartment, looking for an envelope for the ATM and pulled out a cherry galette, wrapped in wax paper, from The Round House Cafe.
I held it up to Jon. “Is this for me?” I asked him.
It still looked delicious, but was a few days old. Jon put it in the glove compartment so Bud wouldn’t eat it when he left him in the car while getting gas, then forgot about it.
I wasn’t going to eat it, but I knew who would love it.
When we got home, I clucked to the chickens and they came running out from behind the lilac bush by my studio. I placed the cherry galette on the ground and they approached it tentatively. And either the sun was shining just right on the white hen, I caught her aura on camera, or she was glowing with joy at the sight of the pastry.
After getting this picture, I left the hens enjoy their very special breakfast and when I came back later, it was all gone.
2 thoughts on “White Hen Glowing With Joy”
A few years ago, Jon took a photo of Gus sitting on one of the donkey’s backs with the early morning sun streaming down on them. It had a supernatural heavenly feel to it. I get the same vibe from this one. Eerie but beautiful. Thanks for sharing, Maria!
I remember that Barbara, Thanks.