This little F'er has started coming around since Janet and I hung the bird feeders this winter. We named him Ray Charles cause the dude crows all day long instead of just at sunrise. He lives somewhere nearby and for comic relief I chased his ass around the yard this morning. I thought Janet would piss her pants laughing at me. Whatever...thats how we roll.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
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I was looking for a photo of a rooster I used to own. Someone gave him to us, and I think he was actually a cock-fighting bird. He was (I swear) three feet tall and had two inch spurs on his legs. Mean as hell.
ReplyDeleteHe ended up attacking the wife and kids, so I had to get rid of him. Pretty as hell, as well as mean.