little spontaneous moments of tenderness and meaning...
I wish I could witness all of them, but there's just too many.
This place is the greatest...
It is the perfect playground filled with harmony and joy.
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| Does anybody recognize this old maneuver? He's already got one foot on her back... |
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| Now, THAT was really quick...I normally get a least one picture and check his technique. |
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| I promise...I'll call you |
And on a lighter note:
These two babies are about three weeks old. They are doing great. No matter how many eggs hatch, the number that survive is always less. Nature is like a comb or brush getting rid of the tangles and the knots. If these guys can survive roaming free in the hillside, then they will be the best for breeding and continuing the bloodline. This is the only way I know to get the best roosters. All of them have survived the predators that are constantly near-by.
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| "always keep alert" |
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| "danger can come from anywhere" |
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| "Danger can come from the left...or(uh-oh) the right" |
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| "let's go back...that's trouble ahead" |
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| "you called my name?" |
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| "I think I knew your sister" |
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| "always keep alert...AND WELL HIDDEN" |
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