Other Colors

There just isn't anything that compares to seeing these roosters with your own eyes. Here are some of the other colors that aren't 'cocoa'.
Mix 'em all up and the result might be 'Hot Cockolate'.
Empty your cup!

Cocoa

This rooster is currently trying to establish a state of territoriality that will stand for him...speak for him...and, even reward him. But, for him to do so, his proclamations must be believable. No one is listening. He is stuck between a hormone and a hard place. He is destined for greatness...
...but, today, he is a King without a Kingdom.
His name is Cocoa.
He is 8 months old!
There is no need to rush Destiny.

Super Roosters

It's easy to take things for granted when you see them every day. It might seem like that for everything...but, with my roosters, it just isn't so. They are so beautiful that they make every moment timeless and new. Nobody could look at them and not know how special they are. A very humble conduit to my own humility...is what they are.
Just look...

I'm Still Loving Roosters

Many apologies for not updating this blog. I have over reached my abilities and the spare time just doesn't exist anymore. Nevermind all that...I have many beautiful birds. My skill with a camera hasn't improved, either.
Here's some hints at what's goin' on around here...

Art Experiment 2

Sometimes, I wish my imagination was more creative or vivid or colorful. But, it isn't. This is an experiment to see if I could reproduce my own perceived visions. The camera doesn't come close...so, I do it manually. Here is how I see beautiful roosters.

Floppy, Roosters, Heartbreak...and me

I lost a noble bird over the weekend.
He was young, huge and fearless...and, now he is gone.
Four coyotes ambushed him Saturday at 4:00pm.
His name was Floppy...and, he was only a year old. 
The emptiness that hangs over RanchoGiro is only the sound of his absence.
I touched him every day of his life. His mother abandoned him at an early age. For some reason, he wouldn't sleep in the coop. He always wanted to sleep on the front porch. So, he had his own box and every night, he was the last bird to bed...and every morning, he was the first bird I would let out. I have never handled any bird every day except Floppy.
He was a part of me...
Letting go of the things you love...never becomes easy.
There is nothing louder than silence.
Goodbye, Floppy!

 

 

 

 

Life Is Long...I am Proof

Life is long...because to be in the moment can last an eternity!
But...it's also many other things.
It's a struggle...
and, a fight...
and, a dance...
and, a reflection of yourself
for everyone to see themselves with.
A beautiful struggle...
The track might stop here...but, the train's gotta run.
Look out...and, dance!