BFS volunteers love to get messy and creative, as these pictures from Photo Point’s visit to a mask-making session with the Aerie clearly show. While they wrapped their faces in cling film (as you do), our Beltane birds offered some perfectly reasonable answers to that age-old question…
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because the dinosaurs were dead.
I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without having their motives questioned.
For the greater good.
Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll find out.
The possibility of “crossing” was encoded into the objects “chicken” and “road”, and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
For fun !
You tell me.
It was a hen!
… it could no longer remember. It had been crossing the road forever, or so it seemed, and the road stretched out as far as the eye could see both ahead and behind.
Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a car sped past, spinning the chicken round and round and leaving him dazed and disoriented. Picking himself up he looked back to the horizon and realized…
He could no longer tell which way was forwards and which was back.
He stands there still.
Photos (from top) by Antia Brey, Bleu Hope and Mark Taylor.