which has been used more as a receptical for words carrying all the unnecessary non-art related stuff tripping up my mind...it's all got to go...it's in my way.
This is not the best I've seen slipping out of my hands...not even reasonable,
but, the fact that it's shown up is a good sign.
Yes, the Rooster is still with me.Dog who recently discovered Chicken Terrorizing is great sport.
Feathers are the Chickens Defense system against attack...giving the attacker mouth after mouth of feathers, which when spit out for better biting, allow the bird to escape and run like hell. The wind, coming out of the south, which you see here, has blown the feathers into the woods behind me. No longer does it look like a pillow fight might have occured. The Rooster is fine.
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