This beautiful rooster and some of his hens were pecking about in an old field where a man was selling furniture made from saplings and small branches and twigs. The rooster was checking all around and found something good to eat, apparently, because he began crowing in a loud and long call for several minutes. It interfered with the phone call I was on at the time. Soon enough the hens came on over to see what good he had found for them, and he strutted about so they could admire him. It reminds me of a John Keats quote, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever."
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