"...and, here they are!!!"
Today started perfectly...with roosters parading forth from their slumbers in an orderly fashion. I don't know how many roosters I have, but these are all different individuals. I got one picture of each. There are many that I didn't photograph because chickens create drama that always take priority over photography.
I'll count them one day...but, that will only confirm the obvious. My luck is the kind that brings more roosters than hens. The last two broods of chicks were both of four chicks each. One group of four is all roosters. The other group of four is 3 roosters, 1 hen.
I think I might be in for a long hot Winter...
Dedication:
This blog is dedicated to my late Mother, who survived Cancer for nearly eleven years...She is still the inspiration for all that I do!
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Beginner's class
Eventually, little roosters find out that there are rites of passage that aren't really described in the brochure. It's almost like going to college...or, finishing school...or a street fight.
You are a rooster.
Just say "here" when your name is called!
You are a rooster.
Just say "here" when your name is called!
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Saturday, January 11, 2014
Dysfunctional, Insecure Actresses?
Who cares???
They seem sincere on the weekends.
Sincerely in a rush, that is...
Is breakfast in bed just folk lore???
Over easy, sunny side up, scrambled
We love them all.
And, they look so nice in feathers...
Run little mermaid...
Rooster is home
Plumage gets ruffled
but, there's no sense in asking for permission...
we never get it.
So, we'll just count on forgiveness!
They seem sincere on the weekends.
Sincerely in a rush, that is...
Is breakfast in bed just folk lore???
Over easy, sunny side up, scrambled
We love them all.
And, they look so nice in feathers...
Run little mermaid...
Rooster is home
Plumage gets ruffled
but, there's no sense in asking for permission...
we never get it.
So, we'll just count on forgiveness!
Friday, January 10, 2014
Where are the actors?
In this world of actor-based reality...
you must learn to turn the tell-lie-vision "OFF"!!!
Everything on TV is fake.
From Sandy Hoax to the moon and back...
One small step for man was really one giant leap into low earth orbit...in 'moon language', that's just a little bit higher than my roosters fly! Oh well, I'm sure Bart Simpson and Stewie are watching Duck Dynasty...and they are giggling about how nobody notices that Phil Roberston is really Tom Selleck. That is pretty funny...since they are the same person. Both names are pseudonyms...as are Stewie Griffin and Bart Simpson.
I don't mind actors playing parts. That's what actors do! But don't cross the ethical boundary of using a pseudonym in a piece of scripted crisis footage that will be used to dupe the public via main stream media. If the event is real...then, there is no need to change anything!!!
If it looks like a duck,
quacks like a duck...
then, it's the actor that used to play the role of Tom Selleck.
Right, Phil?
Thank God, for roosters...
(they don't quack!!!)
you must learn to turn the tell-lie-vision "OFF"!!!
Everything on TV is fake.
From Sandy Hoax to the moon and back...
One small step for man was really one giant leap into low earth orbit...in 'moon language', that's just a little bit higher than my roosters fly! Oh well, I'm sure Bart Simpson and Stewie are watching Duck Dynasty...and they are giggling about how nobody notices that Phil Roberston is really Tom Selleck. That is pretty funny...since they are the same person. Both names are pseudonyms...as are Stewie Griffin and Bart Simpson.
I don't mind actors playing parts. That's what actors do! But don't cross the ethical boundary of using a pseudonym in a piece of scripted crisis footage that will be used to dupe the public via main stream media. If the event is real...then, there is no need to change anything!!!
If it looks like a duck,
quacks like a duck...
then, it's the actor that used to play the role of Tom Selleck.
Right, Phil?
Thank God, for roosters...
(they don't quack!!!)
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Early bird
Early to blog...
early to the day...
Where does the time go?
I wish there were no clocks...
no calendars...
no tears, no fears, no ruined years
No knowledge of how long it's been
since you left me and said
I'll see you tomorrow
me not knowing
you didn't mean it.
Blue, blue...
my love is blue
all colors have now
turned the color of you.
(It's even worse if you're a rooster)
early to the day...
Where does the time go?
I wish there were no clocks...
no calendars...
no tears, no fears, no ruined years
No knowledge of how long it's been
since you left me and said
I'll see you tomorrow
me not knowing
you didn't mean it.
Blue, blue...
my love is blue
all colors have now
turned the color of you.
(It's even worse if you're a rooster)
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Repeatedly
Just look at the last post to absorb the context of repeatedly...
then, remember that this is the lesson...again, today.
I heard a thump at 4:15am...
I found a pile of feathers.
I wondered which rooster had not gone into the coop last night...It was another hour and a half before I went out to open the coops. When I went out, I found one of my favorite roosters. He was wandering around in a daze. I picked him up and he freaked out like I was killing him. I held him while I let the others out for the day. When I was holding him I realized that he was missing a big patch of feathers on his back. The same feathers that were on the ground...a miracle.
We forge virtue from hope
and will never give up
the good fight.
Our efforts have been validated...onward!
Here is the miracle bird...
His name is Sweetie. He has always flown up onto my shoulder or head. He loves to be pampered. He is very tame...
and, a little tender.
(I'm pretty sure that a Bobcat did this)
then, remember that this is the lesson...again, today.
I heard a thump at 4:15am...
I found a pile of feathers.
I wondered which rooster had not gone into the coop last night...It was another hour and a half before I went out to open the coops. When I went out, I found one of my favorite roosters. He was wandering around in a daze. I picked him up and he freaked out like I was killing him. I held him while I let the others out for the day. When I was holding him I realized that he was missing a big patch of feathers on his back. The same feathers that were on the ground...a miracle.
We forge virtue from hope
and will never give up
the good fight.
Our efforts have been validated...onward!
Here is the miracle bird...
His name is Sweetie. He has always flown up onto my shoulder or head. He loves to be pampered. He is very tame...
and, a little tender.
(I'm pretty sure that a Bobcat did this)
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