When Woody and I walk in the park, we can usually hear a rooster crowing at a nearby farmhouse. Recently I noticed a sign advertising
a garage sale there this weekend. So Saturday morning found me there–
hoping to get a photo for you of the rooster.
It looked like a pretty good sale-
And then, when I was walking around, I spied the rooster—see him way
up in the right of the photo, in the driveway? I hurried over to catch a
picture for you.
Eh!–in the shadows. I wanted the sun shining on his feathers.
Nah–in the bushes.
Then the owner called “chick, chick” and scattered feed for the
brood, and he came running.
And I got this lovely closeup for you!
(I try not to look at his feet . . .)
Oh, what did I buy? Well, books of course– all oldies: Cricket on the Hearth, ($500 prize if you can name the author); two Peter Pan books by J.M. Barrie; Women by Booth Tarkington; A Christmas Carol by Dickens; and Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.
and buttons . . . 
and birds! 
