the happy rooster

So no….I not talking about the bar in Philadelphia called The Happy Rooster, I am talking about the rooster in the photo.

His name is Charlie and someone gave him to a friend of mine. I met him this afternoon and he was literally preening around with his chest puffed out! He’s one happy rooster 🐔

Mind you if you live in one of those Tyvec wrapped cookie cutter developments you would never meet a bird like Charlie.

Just ask the people who live in Gladwyne posting on social media sites this week looking for the peacock police.

Seriously. That was almost as good as the post I saw once upon a time on a page about someone wanting to know who they called about horse manure on the road.

You just can’t make this stuff up!

(Anyway….See below and have a great evening and thanks for stopping by….)