For some time now Youthwork the mag' have been running a photo each month that's designed to be used as some sort of impetus for contemplation within a group work setting. I decided that this was quite good fun and I could buy into this. So here is a contemplative piece I'm calling Mortality! I rather like this moment which is a kind of Avian "Dead Poet's Society" snapshot where the Chickens' unconscious words echo across time and space, "Carpe Diem Mr Pigeon, seize the day"
I'm filing this under, 'not to be taken seriously' and 'Ian you've had way too much coffee today' :-)
Or, to quote the Simpsons, a film of limited similarity to Dead Poets, "hmm... chicken."