At my fathers memorial service we were brought a baby chick. (An odd gift for a memorial, but a welcome one.) A Barred Rock chick to be exact. After much discussion we decided that it would be better if she had some friends so we went over to the family that brought us the chick and asked for three more.
We picked out a little white one (species undetermined), a Arracuna (they lay green eggs), and a Bufff Orpington. Respectively they are named, Comet, The Shy One and Buttercup. The original gift chick is Bess.
After the memorial, that week, my sister, daughter and I cleaned out my dad's house. In it were several paintings that my mom did in the early sixties. One was of my brother where he looked like an alien. I think I know where she was going, but the execution wasn't fabulous.
So, it was decided that we would paint over my brother... he wouldn't care. My sister and daughter chose to paint a little ode to the four new chicks.
The frame is cracked and old, there is a painting underneath, but it is now something completely new and part of life today. That is a wonderful thing... and so are the four baby chicks.