Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she had laid an asteroid.
Mark Twain, Following the Equator (1897)
No asteroid under this chicken. Since my last post, I finished her with oil all over, but for the exterior I mixed some titanium white artist-oil color with flax oil. This quieted the grain of the alder wood that was also a bit blotchy in color. By playing with the ratio of oil in the paint, different degrees of translucence can be achieved. I allowed the grain to come through a little more strongly than the last hen I carved, but she’s still rather hushed.
The color also provides a nice contrast for the red of the crest. And under her is an egg, not an asteroid.