Four chickens live underneath my studio, or at least under the porch in front of my studio. When I have a snack sometimes I like to drop little scraps of food through the spaces in the porch floor. The chickens all rush madly over to where ever the food has dropped out of their sky and peck at it, or pick it up and run away so the others can't share it. They never look up to see where the apple core or carrot bits are coming from. They just seem to accept the mysterious manna from above as a delightful surprise.
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All hail to the wonderous Sky Mother who sends food from on high!
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