My rooster with the famous tail was cornered in the garage and attacked by some vile creature. Amazingly enough he is fine. The funny thing is he shed his tail like a skink. I never would have imagined that tail might serve a functional purpose but it was enough of a subterfuge to allow him to escape. Feathers were going from the front to back of the garage in large clumps. If they hadn't left the feathers I would suspect a hatmaker.
Poor little man wanted to go to bed early. His tail used to touch the ground when he was on his perch.
I could make some really impressive hats or fishing flies.
Plays! (180 + 14 weeks) - All the kids attended their classes at MAHC. We went to the Arden Theater's production of The Light Princess. W attended his Teen Program and played D and ...
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