I love this cartoon mostly because of the expression on Innocent Chicken’s face.
Dali is one of those artistic figures that I have actually done some research on – been to the museum in Florida (and want to go to the one in Spain), read a couple biographies, and done some reading about the fellow artists of his time period. If he had been born a chicken he would probably have thrown lobster phones (since it was one o his creations) but I fear the chicken itself would not have been surreal an animal enough to embody him. He’d need a mythical beast like a hippogriff or a basilisk or something to really do him justice.
I’ve long held a bathrone is one of mankind’s finer inventions. Broad and bulky enough to ensure modesty, comfy enough to sit in and drink coffee before mustering forces for the day, and at times warm and encircling enough to convince one that all’s right with the world even when everything else is riotously against that premise.
I love this cartoon because Petunia embodies that so-rare smug sedate happiness that is at odds with my modern digital lifestyle. First of all, nothing is sedate. And second, smug happiness is so often met with irony that its healing powers have little to no time to work.
Reagrdless of your political leanings, I think you can have respect for people who enter the world and are determined to change it for the better (even if their way isn’t your way).
The main weakness of this cartoon is of course going to be pointed out by someone – chickens have no opposable thumbs and thus, cannot make a fist (although they can DREAM, can’t they?). Sorry, horrible primate biases coming to the fore here.
Well, measurements are the key to chicken couture and frankly, we gotta do more measuring. I went for a “turtleneck cape style” – combining what I thought were the best elements of the “chicken sweater tube” and the strange zipper suits the other pro chicken models were in. Essentially I took a felted/shrunken turtleneck neck from a sweater, and stitched a bits-of-felted-sweater cape to it.
First we picked the smallest, amenable chicken – Shy Chicken. She came running out and Jason snagged her, then I wrapped her in a towel and we got the turtleneck over her head (with its attached cape).
She squirmed a lot. Here you can see what the “turtleneck” part looked like close up.
You can see the fatal flaw in the design in the picture above- the turtleneck is bigger than her neck and is falling on her body more like the “sweater tube” from a previous blog post. That meant that the cape – which was not a true half-circle or a closed tube, but had a pie-wedge open in the front for more flexibility – was falling more along the fatter part of her body than resting on top of the place where her neck begins.
The generous cut of the cape was supposed to ensure the cape fell on top of the wings but did not constrain them. Because the coat fell too low, it turned into chicken straitjacket. 😦
Here’s Shy looking elegant but constrained in her chicken sweater corset so you see what I mean. After a few seconds of struggling to get her wings out, she gave up and immediately swooped on a worm. We felt bad however and took her out of the garment once she’d gulped down the worm.
I tossed the garment into the trash. Next up might be “tube with wing slits.” But, I’m not sure. Mother Nature intended chickens to run naked and we may be messing with vital supernatural forces here if we taunt the powers that be too much with chicken sweaters.
So for Christmas Jason and I decided we’d get on the trendy consumer bandwagon and dress up our chickens. In sweaters. First however I would have to make the recycled sweater chicken garments and for that I needed measurements.
Even if the chicken is the most amenable to being picked up, that doesn’t mean it always goes quietly to the measuring tape. Shy Chicken ran!
Finally there was a decent opportunty to grab Shy and get her in position for the measuring. Jason has the camera and the measuring tape, so what you see here is the “don’t poop on me” towel technique I’m employing to keep the chicken still.
The problem is now to figure out how to make the chicken clothing so it does not choke the chicken but does not fall off either. This posits a range of 11-15 inches for the “neck hole” or “cape circumference” but really the actual chicken neck is way skinnier – the circumference is a lot of feather bulk.
More when we get actual test outfits situated… in the meantime you can see the surreal professional outfitters at work at ChickenSuit.
I often think of the broad brushstrokes we paint folks with – not just by say, drawing them into chicken cartoons, but the way we think of cities in the US influencing how we think of their people.
I have to admit New Yorker chicken is highly influenced by my perception of New Yorker Magazine vs. actual New York City residents.
But then San Franciscan chickens will always be stuck with berets on their heads….hipster chicken!
I admit I have not yet drawn a Seattle chicken (unless you assume by default all the rest of my chickens are Seattle chickens) but they would no doubt sport REI goretex-ian style shoes and possibly some sort of hideously puffy down jacket for skiiing in. And padded snowboard pants or something 🙂 .
This story by the Washington Post makes me grim (and also makes me wonder if the Hong Kong market was the bird market I visited while there earlier in the fall ) . 😦
I of course have a more fanciful notion of birds protecting themselves from flu…
This is a visual I don’t want to spoil. But is not a view of a chicken commonly seen at our house. 🙂
Also we never let the eggs pile up like this – but go check it out. 🙂
http://birdyrevolution.tumblr.com/post/14519790164/friends-chicken-chose-an-odd-place-to-lay-eggs
Winter is getting us down here in Seattle so I figured I’d put up some of the cuter pictures from our trip to Kauai aka chicken island that you guys haven’t seen yet. Also, it reminds me what sun is like. 😛
Jason is not one for small babies or puppies but for some reason, baby chicks peeping is his cuteness Waterloo. He will chase chickens around parking lots to see their babies in Kauai.
Because the Kauai chickens interbreed with the Red Jungle Fowl – the true tropical chickens of the island – you get different rooster behavior, we were told. Often domestic chicken roosters are mostly enforcers – they protect the flock but they don’t really pay attention to the babies.
The Red Jungle Fowl roosters do roam the perimeter (note dance step)
But it was also common to see them hang like Yuppie dads in the park. Sometimes more attentive- seeming than mom.
Ah well – we already told the inlaws that they are getting only chicken grandkids out of us, so maybe this kind of chick-fever is in Jason is only natural in that regard. Here’s the panoramic view of the Kauai Chicken family we saw, drinking at the fountain.
Stay warm and keep your chicks close this holiday season!