Each girl was grabbing the chick to try to hold it for herself, but I was impressed with the gentleness of this grab… In the end, they shared the chick gently, then put it down. What I love about this photo is the story that it tells of the girls’ excitement over handling the chick, without us even needing to see their faces. Their hands and the way they are on the cusp of “grabbing” yet with a gentle touch speaks volumes about their “motherly” instinct, even at this early age.
I photographed this at a festival in Chappell Hill, Texas. These dyed chicks were part of a petting zoo. I thought people stopped dying chicks years ago. What is not cute enough about a fluffy little yellow chick that we seem to need to turn them into rainbow chicks??? So, the kid gets the blue chick at a fair, brings it home, the blue wears off, it’s then just a little normal chick. The love affair wears off. The eccentricity, novelty, etc. fades, and then what happens to the chick? Hmmmmm…..Cute but sad.
Canon EOS 50D, 18-200 mm lens