Sauntering Vaguely Downward

There's a pair of pictures from my childhood of two of the favorite hens visiting in the house. My Calico is sitting on "the orange couch", an ancient flame orange burlap disaster which chickens *were* allowed on, looking quite cozy indeed. Miss Aurora is sitting on "the blue couch", a very nice wood futon with a high-quality cover, where chickens were *absolutely not* allowed due to the potential for messes, looking beautiful, calm, and absolutely as if she were supposed to be there. So Mama got a picture before lifting her off.