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God bless this guy. The rooster mistakenly thinks since Hubby rescued him he should now sleep on our porch. He sleeps peacefully on my wooden block chair sharing his excrement and dark crows throughout the night as if they were a gift.
The dogs are with him so he fears nothing. His loyalty lies with Hubby who rescued him from an untimely death by untangling him from some vines where the rooster hung upside down.
My theory is his brain was oxygen starved for too long.
He should fear me when he crows so gallantly so early outside my window.
Rooster and dumplings are sounding good.
Be sore afraid, Mr Crowaholic, you are working to be a guest for dinner soon.
