Kiep, wearing her red bandana around her neck, ready to deliver this
morning’s breakfast. Her nest is in my studio, on one of my art tables.
She grew up here in my studio since I rescued her as a day-old 18 months
ago after being abandoned by her mother. She now spends her days
outside with all the other chickens, but daily, without fail, she
returns to her nest to lay her egg and spend some time sitting in the
bottom drawer of my desk, chatting to me.