An irrigation canal runs through our neighborhood. In warmer weather it's quite the hang-out for Mallards and geese because friendly people supply food.
Yesterday I was driving up the street when I saw a large white goose pacing about the curb next to the canal. But no--at closer range it was actually a very chubby and bright white Leghorn rooster. And a magnificent speciman he was, especially compared to the scraggly, manure-caked hens we grew up with.
I wondered why a rooster would be strolling the neighborhood. Nobody keeps chickens as pets. Nobody keeps chickens for food or eggs nowdays either. I had an incredible urge to pick him and bring him home.
I laughed. He must be a sign from God. (Who evidently dispenses humor along with His tender mercies.)
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Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
Touching.
No, Dean is not a bishop, he is the 2nd counselor to our bishop, does that count?
What on earth would Dad have done with a rooster?
What on earth would the CATS have done with a rooster?!
I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to try to take another hack at the blogging. I'm http://chanelson.blogspot.com. Nice 'n easy.
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What the cats would do with a rooster: Hide under the beds
What dad would do with a rooster: Share his desk and use it as a staring point during deep philosophical reveries.
Cool encounter...good thing you reccognized him. :o)
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