This page of sketches makes me think of a story from my childhood. Probably not, but perhaps my father was thinking of that story when he drew this. On one particular occasion, my older brother and I spent a few days with our aunt and uncle on their farm. Needless to say, we spent enough time in the barnyard to observe just what the chickens ate during the daylight hours. Shocked at what we saw, we went home never wanting to eat chicken again. Fortunately, our mother was so good at cooking chicken that we eventually overcame our disgust and went back to especially enjoying the fried chicken which adorned our table most Sundays.