We have a rooster who thinks he’s Mick Jagger. He struts...like a rock star on stage, and whenever there is a beam of dramatic light in our barn yard, you’ll find the rooster standing there, center-stage, in the spotlight, posing and waiting for our hens to swoon.
The rooster is a Polish breed and he is, to be sure, quite an impressive looking fellow (not that he’s quite my type, you understand.) He’s got a mane of feathers that is so over-the-top, I’m afraid there are times when I can’t help but laugh.
Someday maybe I should stop at a toy store and see whether I can find a tiny pair of Ken doll sunglasses that might fit our rooster. I think he needs sunglasses, don’t you? ...just to complete his look of cool, I mean.
