Aggressive birds. I suppose there is nothing remotely likable about chickens. At eye level up in their cages, the rooters are incredibly intimidating. Trying to photograph the big guys with their big chicken heads and big chicken chests, their combs and wattles, and vent and hock, it was if they were on to me. They stared me down, ducked and wove, and crowed like mad with their sharp, nasty chicken beaks. I pretty much gave up trying to get a good shot, and walked around for awhile. They’re tough, beautiful birds, the hens and the roosters, they scratch around in the dirt, and that’s pretty cool. The creators of Foghorn Leghorn knew what they were doing. The roosters in particular are both arrogant and stupid. What does that say about us? So maybe I can cut them a little slack, like they even care what we think.