Before I kept chickens I always thought of them as rather drab birds that ran around farm yards, and I rarely considered roosters at all. I was so short-sighted! This is a Brown Leghorn Rooster showing his back from shoulder (top) to tail (bottom) - gorgeous.
Plain old black and orange chicken, but in the right light, gorgeous! Gotta love iridescence. Thank you Mother Nature!
"I’ve got a whole stack of books in my cart. Most of them are advance copies. I know a place where they get thrown out." “How many books have you read?” “Thousands.” “So why are you homeless?” “I’ve tried to work a job a bunch of times. But then I get sad, and then I get high, and things fall apart.”
One summer I took the bus to and from an apartment I rented in New Haven, CT. I’d transfer buses at the Yale Green. There was a well-read homeless man who would find me sitting on the grass waiting for the bus. He’d sit beside me and start to read aloud. He was a little guy with a deep, soothing voice. He remembered from day-to-day where we left off, would recap briefly, then start reading.
I don’t know that we ever had a conversation, but I love that he did this.
He read me most of Great Expectations, then his girlfriend was arrested. They were gone a long while, someone said he sat outside the prison waiting for her. His girlfriend Chantal was a free spirit, maybe a little crazy. She called me Vergie — thought I looked like the Virgin Mary. I’d be crossing the Green I’d hear her a long way off yelling Vergie! Vergie! Vergie?!I wonder what happened to them.
They borrowed the books from a free book bin behind the local bookstore, then returned them for another.
Part of me thinks — COOL! Part of my thinks Mosquitoes?! But that said, I’d still love to spend some time in one of these domes. Well, I’d have @finallychelle’s Annie clean it first. :)