My parents read my blog a couple of weeks ago, when I moaned about my rooster getting smashed. My Dad immediately went online and found another Fitz and Floyd rooster to fill the void. They quickly boxed it up and kept me informed about its arrival.
Even though I'm about to turn 46, my parents still worry about me.
It's nice to know, still.
Their sweet gesture really touched my heart.
The new, bigger rooster, has taken his spot in the kitchen window where the other met his demise.
Nobody is allowed to touch the window now so we can keep him safe.
Thanks Mom and Dad for your concern.
I love you!
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