Okay... I acknowledge a certain weakness for critters of any kind, so while I was preparing my sketch of the gift shop, this handsome fellow strutted in front of the rock upon which I was perched and seemed to demand my attention, which he earned by repeatedly coming up to my toes. (The cookie I had just eaten had nothing to do with it.) So, since he insisted, I took a few minutes to sketch him, as well. Once he was satisfied that I had noticed, he puffed up his broad little chest and strutted off to find some female attention of the feathered sort. I think I may have dated his brother once.
The Rooster from Hell, Cayman Islands
Copyright © 2005, Scotti Briggs
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