I used to have chickens.  Real hens.  I loved my hens.  I had to sell them when we moved or I would still have hens.  I miss chickens.  I also miss the fresh eggs we had every day.  I miss the way the hens sounded when they were happy–sort of a cross between purring and  a song.  So yesterday, while I was snowed in, I decided I needed to make chicken earrings.  Here I offer you my new flock.
The girls will be finished soon and will bob and peck from earwires.  I still need to find a better color for the red hens, but I’m okay with how they came out, which is a little better than the pics show.  I’m also working on the pattern for these.  I used 15º beads.  I’m happy with my little flock.  Now, if only I could teach them to lay.