Relative Something

I have no idea how individual feather coloring can appear so random yet collectively they create a wonderfully distinct pattern.

Case in point: our Barred Rock breed…

How does she do it?

Those black bars look like waves rolling down her body.

Speaking of waves, I believe this toad was climbing the fence in order to wave at someone or something.

I was just hoping he wouldn’t catch the attention of the chicks. He was a heck of a lot bigger than an insect, but not so big as to guarantee the insatiable curiosity of the chicks wouldn’t lead to potential carnage.

That would cause me a wave of nausea, I’m afraid.

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