RDP Monday: Snazzy

Of course all roosters look quite snazzy, it is just the way they are: a plume of feathers and looking like they are fresh from the hairdresser, but this one is a special rooster. This was a few years ago and he is probably now looking after a harem in the eternal chicken coop. His name was Harold and lived at the nearby farm. One evening the fox arrive, but Harold was not having any of that. He fought to protect his henfolk and lost a few feathers during the fight, but the fox ran off empty pawed and the hens were saved. I gave him a medal thanks to photoshop, he deserved it.

Since the legendary Harold there have been many roosters, this being the chief at the moment. One more snazzy than the other, but being snazzy is not the answer. You have to have courage to become a second Harold.

RDP Monday: Snazzy

RDP Monday: Mustard

Oh Colman’s Mustard you were spicy and hot
My nose became a very hot spot
My dad liked it and so did my mum
It was the only mustard that made our ears hum
Spread on your food and it was almost a slaughter
The only cure was to drink cold water
But we came again and again for another dose
It was the one that we all liked the most
Those hot days are gone but I still have the tin
To remind me of the times when it was my favourite sin

RDP Monday: Mustard

RDP Monday: Dishevelled

I saw some rather dishevelled pigeons in town this afternoon.

They seemed to be quite excited and were quite close to each other.

This one was getting ready to pounce, although the other two pigeons were not really impressed.

And these two seem to be having a disagreement, whilst the lady looks on waiting for the winner.

Eventually they began to settle down.

I think it must be that time of the year again, all in the name of dishevellment.

RDP Monday: Dishevelled