Thursday, April 23, 2009

My neighbors....

Today I was officially introduced to this little band of feathered disciples: St. Photini, Bathsheba, Rahab, St. Teresa, Tamar and St. Julian. They were an inquisitive brood and had a lot to say.

6 comments:

Michael McMullen said...

I knew there were roosters around here somewhere.

Have you met the ducks by Fred Meyers? Nice fella's. Chatty.

joey said...

growing up in l.a. my neighbors were cuban... they had chickens and roosters... the only thing i did NOT like about that is roosters are God's alarm clock!
they may be part of the reason that i have to sleep with music on now...lol

Wes said...

Do they know the fate that awaits them?

Kayloni Bonner said...
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Kayloni said...

My hubby killed his parents rooster when his mom was gone. She said it was a member of the family but we both thought that 'cock-a-doodle-doing' when it was still dark out was a sufficient reason for disowning the guy AND sending him to rooster heaven.

Wes said...

Would that have been "roostercide", Kayloni?

Paul "Dr. Death" Bonner!