You know how much I love to paint roosters. They have attitude! And it's so much fun to try to capture that look. I like that bright red comb--can't get enough red.
Have I ever told you about the time I got spurred by a rooster? It really hurt and I really cried, plus I didn't know what had attacked me from behind. I was about 12 years old--visiting my cousins. They had a mean ole rooster, and I was leaned against their screen door one summer evening telling them a long goodbye when out of nowhere, something flung against me and my legs were in immense pain. I was hurt and frightened. The rooster had dug it's spurs into my legs and I had blood streaming down. That rooster didn't live to see the sun rise again--my uncle made sure of that.
Our rooster has attitude, but I know he would never harm an innocent little girl lingering much longer than necessary to bid farewell and end an afternoon of fun.
Have a great weekend!