A WHITE STAR hen has her head tucked underneath her fluffed-out wings, as if snuggled
in a luxurious eiderdown.
She seems to be sound asleep, but she stirs slightly, like a dog does when it’s dreaming.
Do hens dream?
If so what would this one be dreaming about now?
Strange adventures in the chicken run?
Anxiety dreams about the pecking order amongst the sisterhood? (there are no cockerels
ruling the roost here).
It’s not just the appearance of hens that makes them fascinating to draw; it’s the
way they move and interact too. I’m struck by the intensity with which they observe
- constantly tilting their heads in quizzical examination. They examine potential
treasures, finding something of significance to them in the most mundane of environments.
It’s hardly surprising that they bring these survival skills into our farmyards and
allotments; in evolutionary terms its not so long since they were interacting with
the rich but potentially dangerous possibilities of life in the jungles of south-east