Once upon a time, when I was 8 or 9, I got an oil paint set for Christmas.
I decided that my first masterpiece would be a still life of a painted wooden rooster that my parents had collected. The rooster was mostly red, I remember, with folk art designs all over it. I loved that thing, and spent several days drawing it on my little piece of stretched canvas and slopping the paint on as carefully as I could.
This isn’t that chicken.