Fowl Weather places pairs of chickens among forms that are simultaneously clouds and cracked-open eggs. The birds roost in them, lay within them and drift through them, couples suspended in an atmosphere made partly from the things they produce.

Weather changes. Eggs break open. Relationships develop climates of their own. The pairs keep settling in together anyway, finding places to perch amid whatever is forming overhead. Life with another creature can be nurturing, precarious, productive and occasionally ridiculous, sometimes all before the forecast changes.