February 21, 2010. A rooster. Big as all outdoors. I was walking with my friend Chris to the river when we came upon this beauty. What mind first thought to breed this bird, adding a snowy field on the back of these jet black feathers? The swirls of black, bracketing the head were a stroke of genius – forcing that red face to look forward, out over an avalanche of white plume. When I think of a flock of these, strutting down garden path, I almost shudder, the beauty must have been excruciating.
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Sunday, February 21, 2010
COCK OF THE WALK
February 21, 2010. A rooster. Big as all outdoors. I was walking with my friend Chris to the river when we came upon this beauty. What mind first thought to breed this bird, adding a snowy field on the back of these jet black feathers? The swirls of black, bracketing the head were a stroke of genius – forcing that red face to look forward, out over an avalanche of white plume. When I think of a flock of these, strutting down garden path, I almost shudder, the beauty must have been excruciating.
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