Sunday, January 5, 2014
The new year comes in with some animals. I'd like to capture on canvas the wildcats eating my chickens but so far they've been elusive...or dead. Three am and I awake with a start, an exclamation and a "whoa, what was that?" A big fat hen being pulled through 2x4 ranch wire makes a horrible sound to wake up to. I put on my boots, grabbed a light and an old shotgun. You might think that nine pellets of 00 buckshot from a 12 gauge cartridge would permanently solve the problem but the poor sacrificed chicken I hastily and groggily threw on the ground wasn't there when the sun came up. It seems the midnight marauders hunt in groups and in spite of the thunderblow that echoed under a diamond-encrusted winter sky did little to dissuade a fanged feline teammate from coming back for more. Such is the common experience of those who raise stock in this neck of the woods. They say that early rising is good for you and on some level so must be the discharging of small canons that could wake the dead. There is a certain cathartic effect to it that I will recommend...along with viewing animals in art. Enjoy these latest, they will be available on auction in the days ahead.