The sky was red at sunrise, and I caught this morning morning’s minion, kingdom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn…chicken in her preening (apologies to G.M. Hopkins).

More sheer plod than the hurl and gliding of a falcon in the sky, but there is a touch of gold-vermilion here.

Surely, we can sing the praises of chickens too.

My heart in hiding/Stirred for a bird