Al Martinez is shutting his studio and selling all his stuff (if you're interested). I've only ever spoken to Al via email, but I have dismantled studios, and I feel for him. Anyway, we appear to share an abiding love of chooks and ducks, so this post is dedicated to him, in sympathy.
Sitting with Les Girls for such embarrassingly long periods, it's hard not to notice that they get very antsy around dusk and seriously want to roam the garden. If a chook could say wtf?, it's these guys, pacing the fenceline like caged lions and looking at me meaningfully.
No two ways about it. They want out.
So I locked up the dog and opened the gate.
So, like, same time tomorrow night, then?