Oh my goodness!
It's a charming picture.
(Is that me?)
Someone is feeding the chickens. Probably a man.
But we can't tell what his hair looks like.
His name is David Harry and he is feeding the chickens because they are all around him.
They are all around his feet.
And this is the evening food distribution.
Now, the thing in his hand puzzles me. It looks like a salt shaker. It's as though he's throwing salt at the chickens. But that can't be...
This is proof that he likes chickens.
But that's ambiguous, because some people eat them.
There is a street and steps and a bench -- a big house behind him. It could be a home, but it looks too big to be a home.
He lives in Baltimore. And it's noon, because he's feeding chickens.
David Harry is like the guy that runs the chicken farm.
He seems to like it.
He has the reaction of liking what he does.
I really don't think he wants to kill them.
He's just feeding them.
David Harry has a family. Numerous children: Five.
They are with their mother.
You know, different chickens have different names.
One is named Allessa and there is a group of Henry's.