There's a small rooster crowing in my bedroom.
My new friend is in the shower, preparing for her long journey home.
It's been a wonderful weekend here in Coopkeeperland.
Just a tease of what's to come.
I was here this weekend.
It was loud.
Rather odoriferous.
Some serious poultry adoration taking place.
Poultry heaven.
Stay tuned.
I'm not worried as long as the friend is in the shower and the rooster is in the bedroom, not the other way around! Have a safe trip home...
ReplyDeleteIs the rooster going home with YOU or with your new friend?
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Hurry up I am on the edge of my roost!
ReplyDeleteThat's no where near Connersville! How did you manage to drive thru Connersville then? lol.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for this trip report :) The link to 'new friend' isn't working, though. I wanna meet her too!
ReplyDeleteCalling ya later (have art and science co-op today).
Jayme, I'm so jealous. Didn't get to go but have been anxiously awaiting a post from you. Can't wait;)
ReplyDeleteAmy
Oh my did you come home with a truck bed full?
ReplyDeleteNoisy critters. Don't think I could take more than one at a time, unless I wore a sound proof hat of some sort. Is your big floppy hat sound proof?
ReplyDeleteDi
Did you contain yourself to one feathered friend?
ReplyDeleteI think I have poultry envy.
ReplyDeleteAnd I want to know... did you come home with a crow?
Well at least chickens are cheaper than horses but horses don't crow at the crack of dawn either. Looking forward to your report on utopia and your newest blogging bud.
ReplyDeleteYour Friend,
Deborah
Music to my ears! I am so envious, I can't have a rooster in the town I live. My cousin has one in the same town, but she lives on the edge of town and all her chicken loving neighbors came to an agreement that all of them would get a rooster. I want to move there:(
ReplyDelete19 seconds! That's it? Jeesh.
ReplyDeleteWill you still be my friend if I admit in all honesty that I hope to never set foot in a poultry show/auction/extravaganza?
ReplyDeleteNervously awaiting your reply...
I've been to rock concerts that weren't as loud as that!
ReplyDeleteI bet that was one clucking place!
ReplyDeleteBrenda
I hope to heck you didn't call anyone a dumb cluck! I can't wait to hear the rest of the story! Hugs-Diana
ReplyDeleteOh, yes! Those were the days spending a week at the Fair and hauling 4-H goats, rabbits, chickens, etc., around. Know what you mean about the smell. We used to use blow torches on the wire cages before the show to clean the cobwebs and any buggy critters off.
ReplyDeleteCoop, The latest craft project at the Palace reminded me of you.
ReplyDeleteQOW
Somehow I knew you were not coming out of that place empty handed. Somethings in life just aren't possible.
ReplyDeleteMy favortie chicken is the one that looked like it had sunglasses on.. that was way too cool..
ReplyDeleteChickens are something to be admired.. they are so beautiful..
Have only been to a 4-H show and saw a lot of different varieties. Ben always likes to part the feathers in the back to see it's poo poo..silly boy.. He want to see if there's a egg in there...
ta ta for now from Iowa