Rounding Up the Roosters

Just what is it about these Roosters that gets so many of us clucking about like a bunch of fussy mother hens?   Quite frankly, the whole rooster collecting phenomenon has been one that has escaped me for some time.  At least that's what I've always claimed!

You see, it's not that I've had my head stuck in the grain somewhere, it's just that I've kept my eyes turned elsewhere, outside the roost.  I've had several friends who's homes are full of feathers. So full are their homes that I have sat and listened to the tales of husbands and young children desperately trying to escape the overcrowded living conditions of their own pens.   I have heard the muffled chuckles and seen the eyes rolling all too often from those living with a rooster collector.  I have vowed never to become like those women.  I will not give in!  I will not subject my family to such nonsense, roosters belong outside and that's that!  So, I began a quest to purposely ignore these divine beauties, no matter how often they crossed my path.  No matter that they also held such magnificent colors as one has ever seen.  I would not give in!  Not me!

Then this spring I came across a fantastic deal on an old washstand.  I did some restoration on it and set it on my front porch.  It was farmhouse divine!  The only thing missing was, well, a rooster.  No problem, I'll just see if I can't find one of those cute metal roosters, surely ONE rooster outside can't hurt!

It doesn't really have a lot of color either, unless you happen to notice that beautiful patina of brown, green, gold and hints of red.  Not many feathers either unless you happen to love those beautiful cutout swirls.  So this surely cannot be one of those Roosters that sends someone into a frenzy, can it?

I mean, just because it looks so proud and sure and appears to have such an attitude, that's not reading to much into it, is it?

And you must know that I have always been a fanatic about candles, and I really love candle shades.  The deal I got on this shade from a yard sale was so good, I hardly even noticed that cute little rooster on the shade.  No matter that he has such wonderful coloring, it really means nothing to me!

I promise you coloring means nothing to me! That is...until, I came across this beauty!  My heart stood still!  It was at an estate sale and I spotted him in the pictures on the Internet prior to the sale.  No, I did not go to this sale just for this rooster, surely you know there was other stuff too!

Just look at those colors though!  Have you ever seen such fancy?  I just certainly have not!  I was totally smitten and fell head over heels when I saw that he was no ordinary fine feathered friend.  It was a Coq Du Village of the Fitz and Floyd family!  

I am starting to think maybe there is something more to having these roosters around then I had suspiciously suspected.  Suddenly, I am feeling very comforted with each and every glance of my new feathered friends.  Perhaps they want more friends to join them, just to keep them company you know, when I'm not around of course!

They even called out their friends from corners of my house I hadn't known they were hiding in.  How did I miss this dearie on my favorite old coffee mug that has a chip on it! 

Or this Old friend hiding in my sons room!

Did I really not notice them when I brought them into our home years ago?  IDK!

 They can be quite tricky, these clever birds!  Invading your home without notice, and taking up roost in the most unusual spots.  So please take it from me, proceed with caution where roosters are concerned!

Or you may just find yourself inviting them to the table,

And treating them as a guest of honor...

In good standing, because they are so purrrtty,

Or appear to be so well bred!

If you think I've become one of those crazy rooster collecting women you might be right.  Click on the following link to see more collections and roosters of distinction @ http://barbsgoodlife.blogspot.com/

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