SOLDYears ago when my husband ran his free range poultry farm, Phoebe Snow escaped and moved onto our front porch. My father-in-law really enjoyed her company when he was sunbathing or doing yard work. He named her and took her everywhere whistling for her to follow him. She knew he was her protector. So I painted my father-in-law, Frank, as a rooster.
This is oil on canvas, 4 x 4 x 2 inches- the lighter side of life!
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