When I was young it wasn't unusual for parents to give their children live baby chicks, ducks, or bunnies for Easter. Why, I am not sure. The kids got tired of taking care of them within a week which meant the parents were stuck with the chore. When they got tired of the job and if the animal hadn't died yet they had to find a place to dump the innocent little creatures.
The feathers were the easiest part of this painting. The legs and feet were very hard. If I ever want to get this correct I will need to paint a whole farmyard full of chicks. Not seeing that happening.
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