The soul that can speak through the eyes, can also kiss with a gaze.
~Gustav Adolfo Becquer
There was a time when everyone spoke without words.
A time when gazing into each other’s eyes,
we simply understood.
We spoke with our hearts.
Words did not get in the way.
The language was pure.
It has been a long time since humans communicated without words.
Words made the world complicated.
To me, chickens remind me that life should be simpler.
Sometimes when I catch one of their glances our eyes lock.
And for just a moment,
Volumes are “spoken”.
This henny girl belongs to my dear friend Viola. She is eight years old and was one of two survivors in a devastating attack by a weasel that killed the rest of her 20 family members. She was found frightened perched up high in the corner of the rafters. This photo was taken about a week after the attack in her new reinforced home. Our eyes locked immediately. I was frozen for a moment in her gaze. It lasted about 5 minutes. Neither of us moved. We were busy; connecting.
Photo Credit: Tilly’s Nest