Paul said it all. Just silly enough for me to emerge from a blue funk--it is snowing here today and I am ready for spring to actually happen.
I do remember a rooster we had, also named Hank; as a child he terrified me by attacking me whenever he could, but my family never saw it. (I think we finally ate him.)
Almita the cybergrannie
Dearly departed Hank loved to crow about his girls' achievements. So fitting.
We shall miss his strut and style, though he made a tasty fricassee.
Very good. ~PaulJSvBFCM
