I see harmonies of brown, yellow, and tan arranged on three hens that contrast with the white background.
Cold, but not freezing; otherwise, these hens wouldn't be so happy.
Spring is still a month away, but MarΓa Elena, Aurora, and Azucena are eager to leave the henhouse, to escape to the forest by the river where worms abound. Their thoughts mingle; they seem like God and the farmer, searching for food, but there's nothing like nature.
"Look, girls," says one, "the flowers are starting to bloom. Spring is just around the corner."
The other two hens say nothing; they're already enjoying the first rays of the morning sun.
