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Re: Re: taps
Cockerel invented the Hover Craft you know. I guess to get above the head easier to make her bald on top.
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TAPS.
on September 2, 2012 at 1:46 PM
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Yes and the little devils will keep chasing if they can.Yes Ok . Adnohr I will dispose of those two. I really do not like anything that just hangs in the air I am sorting out repeats and trying to cut down on commenting to those who do not reply, not trying to be mean but it takes a long time to think of different things to say.
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C_C_T
on September 2, 2012 at 7:17 AM
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Teehee - I can remember my grandfather fighting with a rooster - it was a mean little bugger and had chased me out of the henhouse when I was trying to collect eggs. If memory serves me right, it became very quiet just before Christmas that year too! Ther is much to read in your poems, C.C., but I found these last two rather sad, indicating much confusion.
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adnohr
on September 2, 2012 at 6:16 AM
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Re:Marrise
Thank you Marrise I don't expect you to know a lot about Cockerells or milking cows. Although you know quite a lot about fortune.
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C_C_T
on September 1, 2012 at 11:35 PM
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No FS I don't suppose many farmers bring their cows in for a wash, and I agree with you about the seasons, be careful in the spring.
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C_C_T
on September 1, 2012 at 11:33 PM
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Re: taps
While I like your photo of the chicken, it looks really healthy and nice bright eye on closer examination it looks like it is in a pen With a cockerel as if you look closely you will see the back of its head is slightly bare. You being a country girl will know the reason why. For the benefit of other readers it is where the Cockerel grabs the poor hen as often as he can for mating. So do not have a Cockerel if you can help it. I must say Taps that I used to love hearing the Cockerel's crowing in the autumn misty mornings and felt rather sad when it all became quiet a couple of days before Christmas.
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C_C_T
on September 1, 2012 at 11:31 PM
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Re: Kabu
Hi Kabu I expect those cockerels were destined for the hotpot. They can be quite nasty to little children as you probably know. Of course in those days you had to have what hatched out there was no sexing little chicks as there is today.
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C_C_T
on September 1, 2012 at 11:19 PM
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Hi Jay the best plan is not to have a rooster if you only have a few hens he will torment them to death and has his spurs grow they become quite a weapon.
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C_C_T
on September 1, 2012 at 11:15 PM
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Re: Wiley
While I don't expect you to read them all Wiley, you can just select anything, I guess most farms are becoming more like factories are these days so don't worry eat you're boiled egg
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C_C_T
on September 1, 2012 at 11:13 PM
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ChiffChaff
This city boy never worked on a farm, or seen one until I was about 12. Big city life. First time I heard one of those roosters when I fell asleep with too much grog in me, on a farm in St. Avold, France. Had a great breakfast with them and they talked farming but I didn't understand all the conversation with my minimum Québecois French in those days. Poem took a lot of reading but the flower was easy to look at as usual.
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WileyJohn
on September 1, 2012 at 7:53 PM
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I must say that I really enjoyed the last poem today CC. And the advice for the rooster is sound, or less sound-full if you will. Advice I will share with my neighbor and remember when we get chickens come next spring.
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UtahJay
on September 1, 2012 at 4:46 PM
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we had chooks and plenty of those morning cock-a-doodle-doos
on the farm.
what a feast you gave is today with your art. thank you.
posted by
Kabu
on September 1, 2012 at 2:48 PM
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Your post is especially great today, from the beautiful flowers down to the last line of poetry. I especially enjoyed the chicken poem. Having been raised with layers and a rooster or two, I have an affinity for a cock-a-doodle-doo in the early morn.
posted by
TAPS.
on September 1, 2012 at 10:57 AM
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I've never done anything with farm animals other than seeing them at a county fair...The changing of seasons is a good metaphor for some relationships, I feel.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on September 1, 2012 at 10:32 AM
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Fortune can be pale...intriguing concept. Nice pink flowers as a contrast in your picture.
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mariss9
on September 1, 2012 at 9:59 AM
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