Standing at the chicken fence, I was thinking about how our Eatwell Farm-bred chickens, the Australorps, were coming close to their end. It was a project the farm took on with the greatest of intentions, but it just didn’t work out as we had hoped. By next year, most of these beautiful black Australorps will be gone. It saddens me to think about that.  

When I got back to the house and looked at my photos it struck me that I am now a single shadow out there taking pictures. As sad as our failed chicken project makes me feel, that lone shadow feels so much worse.