And we are now Nouveaux Rock . . .
This is not necessarily an accomplishment, but merely an indication that Dirk and I have finally gone 'round the bend. This Goldie our Colombian Rock rooster. Much to our delight, he seems to be surviving a raccoon attack. Goldie doesn't hold his head up very well, hence the rolled up T-shirt to prop him up, he is eating and doing the other thing not quite out of doors, but does it nonetheless. (Dirk gets clean-up duty on that for once.) As we are eager to see Goldie functional, we're spending an inordinate amount of time holding up his head, making sure he gets a fair feast of bugs and worms, drinking and taking in the sites out side. No crowing and no time with the ladies, but he seems in pretty good spirits otherwise.