Nest of Ghosts

I want to write something about this painting, but even as I type I can hear the sounds of our last chicken dying on our porch.  She has her head pressed against the backdoor and every now and again she spasms against it.  I feel I should dispatch her, but it is such a sunny day.  And she is so old.  I think if it was me, I would want to be left on the porch in the sunshine.  But I could just be rationalizing my inactivity.

I hope it is busy at work.

Tags: ghosts, vulture