Friday, September 12, 2014

Don't Judge a Chicken By It's Photo

If you follow me on social media such as Facebook, Instagram or Twitter, you may have noticed that I like to post "picture perfect" photos of my children with their chickens. The images make it look like my children are playing nicely together, giggling and taking turns holding the chickens all while I am behind the camera snapping photos to remember the moment and cherish forever. Well, the following illustrates the reality of what usually happens behind the scenes of our weekly "photo shoots."

ChickinBoots - "Hey girls, do you want to go in the backyard and play?"

My girls - " YES!!!  Can we hold the chickens?"  (They ask that every time.)

ChickinBoots - "Sure!  Let me grab the camera."

The girls immediately shoot out the door, throw on their boots and bee-line for the chickens.  Then the chaos begins. Here are some things that can be heard from my girls during a typical photo shoot:

"I get to hold Nelly Dean first!"  

"Can we hold them while we swing?" (No, I don't allow that to happen!)

"She's not sharing Agnes!"

"I can't catch Edna." (Said while crying)

"Eww, Agnes just did a huge poop."

"Can we feed them tomatoes?"

"Mom, I haven't had a turn to hold Edna, yet!

"Nelly won't stop pecking at my dress."

While taking photos I can sometimes be heard saying:

"Can you lean back a little so that I can get Edna in the photo?"

"Hurry and sit down at the table so I can get a photo of you and Nelly before she flies off."

"Stay right there so I can get a photo before the chickens move."

"Go grab Edna so that she can be in the picture, too."

Our photo sessions may sound frustrating, but I actually enjoy every second of it. After taking about 100 photos I typically find a few that I want to use. Then the girls, chickens and I repeat another photo session a few days later. What am I going to do when this gorgeous Pacific Northwest summer weather passes and winter sets in? Probably the same stuff, but instead the girls will be wearing rain jackets, all wet and covered in mud.


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