fubuki
the killers
a tribe of roosters runs the ground between the goat pens and the dog runs. a murderous lot. when you walk through them you watch your back. take your eyes off one of them and they will lunge and jump at you, claws and wings.
i was just over there. they were all in the trees, roosting for the night, and as i passed them, they peeled down the trees in ones and twos and started stalking me, like some bad new york street gang musical (cue the sharks and jets snapping) Forgetting my own advice, i turned to photograph a young goat when this red-eyed bastard snuck up and shanked the back of my leg with talons and beak, kicked off me, and then bowed up large, like a gangster claiming his avenue.
it didnt hurt. but damn, if he could have he would have.
can i interest y'all in some fresh fried chicken and mashed potatoes?
the killers
a tribe of roosters runs the ground between the goat pens and the dog runs. a murderous lot. when you walk through them you watch your back. take your eyes off one of them and they will lunge and jump at you, claws and wings.
i was just over there. they were all in the trees, roosting for the night, and as i passed them, they peeled down the trees in ones and twos and started stalking me, like some bad new york street gang musical (cue the sharks and jets snapping) Forgetting my own advice, i turned to photograph a young goat when this red-eyed bastard snuck up and shanked the back of my leg with talons and beak, kicked off me, and then bowed up large, like a gangster claiming his avenue.
it didnt hurt. but damn, if he could have he would have.
can i interest y'all in some fresh fried chicken and mashed potatoes?