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My grandmother, for some reason, didn't have a reliable clock. She would send me to get the mail and find out what time it was. I felt ever so 'portant.
Holly and her friend...I forget his name. :( This rooster always shares his food with Holly, putting down his own food in front of her to eat until she has had enough. Only then will he start to eat his food.
It's nice having animals just wandering around.
Chickens and ducks at Rooster's Inn, Port Perry
August 2010
My grandmother rented a flat in the building with the awning for two summers when I was a child in the fifties. My brother John and I stayed with her for a few weeks.