Colorful Chicken

Yes, I did paint a chicken tonight. I have been painting this chicken well into the wee hours of the morning. I don't know what time I started, but I'm thinking it must have been 12:30 as these small paintings usually take about 2 hours. Had I painted a rooster, he would have to be to work in a few hours, so it's good that I went for the hen (at least I think it's a hen)as she doesn't have to do the cock-a-doodle-doo thing at dawn. Yes, I do know that it is just a painting and if it was a rooster, he really would not have to do anything at all, but its fun to pretend and my mind has a tendency to be more prone to fantastical thoughts in the wee early morning hours. I am very glad that there won't be any roosters (real or painted) crowing in my small space though. I wouldn't like that. I will pretend further and hope that the painted hen will lay an egg for me (preferably real, rather than painted) as I only have one egg left in my fridge and it is hard boiled. As for this painted hen, I think it needed some more darks as it is rather light and bright, but maybe it is a Scandinavian chicken rather than an Italian (although it could be Northern Italian) and therefore its feathers don't contain as much pigment. No, that is not really the way things are with chickens, but it may be part of my own late night (or wee early morning) chicken mythology. Anyway, all this post has proven is that whether we are talking about roosters or hens (painted or not painted), it is fun to use a lot of parenthesis when one is being silly in the wee morning hours.

In other news... Hmm, I don't seem to have any other news, so the chicken stuff will have to suffice.

Edited to add that it is 2:54 now and I'm still not tired. It's amazing when I think about how tired I was at work earlier and how wide awake I am now. This is either just a regular old second wind or the after effects of the Dr. Pepper I drank after work.