My son was one of those kids that always had some critter following him home, and "can we keep him, momma?" He had kangaroo rats, guinea pigs, a small monkey, an alligator that liked the bathtub, and on and on.. He would put the rat in his shirt pocket and go to school. The rat would slip out, crawl under his collar and go to the other side, peek out and scamper back under the collar and into the pocket.
Now that he is long on his own they are still seeking him out.. He has been adopted by a couple of skunks, a road runner, a hand full of wild ducks and now this rooster... The rooster challenges anyone that comes near my son.. sits on the back of "the other" rocker on the porch when Mick is sitting out side.. sits on the dryer at night..so he can look in the bedroom window.
Wonder if grandson #3 is going to take after his daddy... the rooster has taken a shine to him too..
2 comments:
You are hitting your stride! I have put a SWTEXAN shortcut on my daily reading list.
This piece is delightful!
TK
PS: 'Crate' was one of my many childhood nicknames, this one in highschool.
TK
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