I'd Never Marry a Rooster
But John isn't a rooster.
If he was, he'd strut about the yard all day, crowing.
Crowing, crowing.
And I doubt I'd be as patient and long-suffering about all the noise as this girl seems to be.
5.20.2011
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Their purty!!
~Mary~
Remind me NOT to contribute to the same fair as you this year..... you will be taking any photography ribbon you aim for.
These pictures knock my socks off! Or would, if I were not barefooted 359 days of the year.
P'SHAW! You're a hoot, Miss Photography Fancy Pants.
(But thanks, anyway...)
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