Stalking Fowl Shots

[First of all......an apology: I forgot to stretch the photos to a bigger size before transferring the post from Live Writer to Blogger. You may have to squint to see them. Sorry.]

The weather is improving by leaps and bounds, warming to a spring-like feel. Yesterday morning my husband informed me that he’d heard a robin chirping, so a-searching I went, but never found the robin.

The chickens were prancing about, though. Though its most surely insensitive of me, I enjoy stalking the chickens with the camera in hopes of catching them in some goofy fowl moves. I know, I know……how would I like it if someone tried to take pictures of me doing stupid things. (And, I engage in plenty of those.) Perhaps I should be charged with a foul for taking fowl shots!

I’ve taken a stab at adding captions to the photos below. You may come up with something different……let me know in a comment. The more, the merrier!

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“A push-me-pull-me......poultry style…..”

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“Turn around, Stanley! Let’s face it……we BOTH need underwire support. Henrietta’s Secret is having a clearance sale……let’s go!”

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“Pardon me......the ol' wingpits need an airing-out. Forgot to apply my anti-perspirant this morning.”

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[I’m no good at coming up with political captions, but this final photo could accomodate one, perhaps. The calf on the left is “Unity” and the one on the right is “Reagan” (named after Husband's niece).]

(Notice the aqua-colored cast on the rooster’s tail feathers. That color brings my antique fruit jar collection to mind.)

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Have a pleasant day!