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| My son-in-law's rooster. |
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| Plumes over his back. |
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| His hens, keeping their distance. |
At Greendale, in Chilliwack, at the east end of the Fraser Valley.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
A baleful eye
happily, behind a wire fence.
At Greendale, in Chilliwack, at the east end of the Fraser Valley.
At Greendale, in Chilliwack, at the east end of the Fraser Valley.
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I love the clucky contented sound hens make! My friends in Quesnel used to have chickens and went through a series of roosters, some very pretty, some good and some mean!
ReplyDeleteD's folks lived in Greendale for a few years and they too had chickens.
That's one thing I don't hear at the cabin, a rooster. But Mr. Raven makes enough noise to fill the void. - Margy
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ReplyDeleteEileen, the rooster is not as mean as he looks. The little kids, even, toddlers, like to go and feed him. Through the fence, of course.
ReplyDeleteAh, Mr. Raven! I heard them up at Campbell River; what a racket they make!