I deliberately didn’t include this rooster in yesterday’s kitsch post because he’s not kitsch. Far from it.
Not only is he my native country’s national animal or however they refer to it, but he’s beautiful.
He is a magnificent example of rooster-power and how majestic a rooster can be. He holds his head up, he stands proud and he watches over the entrance to this house. Just look at that tail – isn’t it gorgeous?
I fell in love with my Stanford rooster and would marry him in a cluck.