El Gallo Sol
Since Rachel posted this, our lovely rooster, Sol, has disappeared. We were sorry to lose him. We have no idea where he disappeared to and can only guess he met his fate. He was a beautiful guy, and we actually miss him. So do the hens, though the gallo blanco from the neighbour’s flock doesn’t seem to mind.
originally posted at A City on A Hill
September 16, 2011
Hiya, everybody. I’m Sol, da gallo of the flock. [Gallo means rooster in Spanish, in case you didn't know that already. And yes, I know that da isn't the proper word here... it would el, but I had to add that into my title.]
Aren’t I some handsome stuff? I’ve got all my feathers now, tail, hackles, and all!
Yeah, I know my comb and waddles aren’t all that big, but hey… I can do da dance.
I’m spiffy, ain’t I?
Look at those awesome feathers hanging over the side there… spectacular!
Whoops! gotta run for a second! be back in a minute!
Who’s causin’ trouble over here?
*Clementine [red hen]: Aw, go away, Sol.
*Midnight [black hen]: Sol, give it a rest.
*Sol: You two! How dare you speak to me in such manner. I’m going to make a complaint of this to the boss.
*Clementine: Aren’t you the boss?
*Midnight: He thinks he is.
and… just for fun:
Hope you enjoyed the post. Sol’s somethin’ else.