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Robin37
Crowing
I am so sorryBoo. Our only one laying on the regular got eaten by either a hawk or a dog. Not sure which. We just found the body.
Alas poor Shakespeare. He hath cross-ed the road.
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and clucks her hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by a rooster, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.