It's Sunday, the bloggers' day of rest.
Or, re-run time.
This post, below, is from August 2009.
It refers to a mosaic I did the day before:
So I'm joining Chari's Happy To Design Sunday Favorites link party, here.
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(August 2009) The roosters at That Old House never made it to the recent Rooster party, because their owner didn't get her roosters and chickens ready in time.
She does things like that. Dopey things.
Okay, that's enough of referring to myself in the third person,
like Queen Victoria or Bob Dole.
Does that rooster (above) look annoyed to you?
I think he may be a little bit miffed at missing the big Rooster Bash.
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like Queen Victoria or Bob Dole.
Does that rooster (above) look annoyed to you?
I think he may be a little bit miffed at missing the big Rooster Bash.
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So I just posted my rooster mosaic (shown above) anyway,
and sent it off all on its lonesome into cyberspace.
A few people commented on this little guy:
Isn't he a handsome devil?
He belonged to my Mom.
He is a shelf-sitter, which is nothing at all like a fence-sitter.He likes to sit on the window sill in the sunroom
and check out any cute chicks that pass on the street.
His legs and wings are attached with itty bitty bits of old string,
and his right wing has an . . . issue:
and check out any cute chicks that pass on the street.
His legs and wings are attached with itty bitty bits of old string,
and his right wing has an . . . issue:
During the course of our photo session, as I was telling him to gaze
soulfully into the camera, to make love to the lens . . . his wing fell off.
Roosters have notoriously delicate stomachs
and can't take the sight of their own blood.
Or in this case, disintegrated old twine. The poor little guy fainted clean away.
and can't take the sight of their own blood.
Or in this case, disintegrated old twine. The poor little guy fainted clean away.
Don't worry. I gave him a little sip of brandy,
and he came around in a few minutes and is fine.
I have promised to find some gnarly old twine
and re-attach his wing, and put him back on the sunroom windowsill
so he can watch the world -- and those chicks -- go by.
and he came around in a few minutes and is fine.
I have promised to find some gnarly old twine
and re-attach his wing, and put him back on the sunroom windowsill
so he can watch the world -- and those chicks -- go by.
Reality check -- Mr. Rooster has asked that the next time I shoot a closeup of his head,
I take the time to DUST HIM FIRST. Oops. My bad. --- Cass
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