zondag 18 mei 2014

when I was little

Our red hen died. Oma was right; there was nothing I could do.
These are pictures my dad made when I was little. It seems like I
already loved chickens as a child.
I remember this moment. How difficult it was to make sure every
chicken got the same amount of grains.

1 opmerking:

  1. So sorry to learn about your ailing chicken…
    although I sensed your grandmother probably
    knew what she was talking about.