Forgive me, please

...for this post is almost entirely about chicken poop.

If you are in any way offended by chicken poop, you should opt out now and not read any further. You see, I fear I may have been out here on the farm too long. For when I stepped outside today, and saw what Honey, my roaming chicken, had less than delicately left me, I thought immediately that it looked like a work of art:

Seriously, though, tell me this isn't quite artistic (in a rather twisted way), not to mention impressive - just in size alone:

I was certainly impressed because I immediately fell to my knees, pulled out my phone and texted a picture of it to my friend. "Your next post is going to be about poop art, right," she texted back. (I don't think she was all that impressed.) "This post is practically writing itself!" I responded with glee.

George was certainly impressed and immediately lay down and posed with it:

Can't you just imagine my gallery show?:

"Chicken poop with closed-eyed cat":

"Chicken poop with cat, soft-focus":

"Chicken poop with resting cat, black and white":

And finally, "Chicken poop with watchful cat, tinted collage":

I tried to speak with Honey - you know, to find out what she was thinking at the time of her creation, who her inspirations were, etc.:

... but she was extremely busy and couldn't be bothered with my questions:

I guess we'll never know:

Um, you do forgive me for this post, right?:

Here, have some blueberries.
You know I must really like you because these are the only ones I'm getting this year:

What? I haven't told you my oh-so-sad blueberry story yet? Ok, we'll talk about that tomorrow instead of poop.