You are guinea pigs again today . . . yesterday, here, I tested different sizes of mosaics. Today, it's type face size. A few blogging friends are having trouble reading the "normal" size font I normally use. Do you like the larger better, or the "normal?" Now... on to the post!
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The roosters at That Old House never made it to the Show Us Your Roosters party on Friday, because their owner didn't realize she had to sign up ahead of time to participate.
She does things like that. Dopey things.
Okay, that's enough of referring to myself in the third person, like Queen Victoria or Bob Dole.
Does that rooster (above) look annoyed to you?
I think he may be a little bit miffed at missing the big Rooster Bash.
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I did a Lazy Ladies' Rooster post anyway -- put the pictures into one big mosaic -- and sent it off into Cyberspace un-linked. And some folks actually saw it! Thank you. :-)Does that rooster (above) look annoyed to you?
I think he may be a little bit miffed at missing the big Rooster Bash.
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A few commented on this little guy:
He belonged to my Mom. Isn't he a handsome devil?
He is a shelf-sitter, which is nothing at all like a fence-sitter.He likes to sit on the window sill in the sunroom and check out any cute chicks that pass on the street.
His legs and wings are attached with itty bitty bits of old string, and his right wing has an . . . issue:
His legs and wings are attached with itty bitty bits of old string, and his right wing has an . . . issue:
During the course of our photo session, as I was telling him to gaze
soulfully into the camera, to make love to the lens . . . his wing fell off.
Roosters have notoriously delicate stomachs and can't take the sight of their own blood.
Or in this case, disintegrated old twine. The poor little guy fainted clean away.
Or in this case, disintegrated old twine. The poor little guy fainted clean away.
Don't worry. He came around in a few minutes and is fine. I have promised to find some gnarly old twine
and re-attach his wing today, and put him back on the sunroom windowsill
so he can watch the world -- and those chicks -- go by.
and re-attach his wing today, and put him back on the sunroom windowsill
so he can watch the world -- and those chicks -- go by.
Reality check -- Mr. Rooster has asked that the next time I shoot a closeup of his head,
I take the time to DUST HIM FIRST. Oops. My bad. --- Cass
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