Now here's a rooster we can all live with and love! Made in Haiti and struttin' his stuff in artistic cockiness, he was a Christmas gift from my mother and sister-in-law. Always thoughtful in their gift-giving, here's the poem, written by my creative sister-in-law, that was read to me on Christmas morning, before Rooster was unveiled:
Our Christmas Gift for Jocelyn
Christmas time 2010, time for shopping once again
The son, the DIL, the SIL, the bro, it can be very hard you know
What would she like, what does she need, to the husband we always plead
For it is always true for us – it's the SIL, the DIL over whom we fuss
This year though we think we got it, all by ourselves one day we saw it!
A boy for sure, a brother for some; easy to care for and out of a drum
Colorful, fun and whimsical too, but will it fit in? will it do?
Cinnamon, Vita and little Bess, will they approve, will they say yes?
It's so unlike our usual gifts, we realize we are taking a risk
But one worth taking we decided and the bro agreed he never chided
We hope for you that this will be, a welcome addition to the family
Of chickens of course, a Rooster for you, without the curse of cock-a-doodle-do
What do the girls think of Rooster? Well, so far they seem to be quite comfy under his watchful eye. I took this photo yesterday, during their afternoon recess. Today, maybe they'll move a little closer to the new guy on the playground.
(Thank you Sues and Jan!!)
Jocelyn Curry 
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