tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post8227702852581216831..comments2024-02-03T01:51:20.266-07:00Comments on A Song Not Scored For Breathing: A Little Banty KingHopehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02045801745534184703noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post-48088070951468116152008-12-15T07:06:00.000-07:002008-12-15T07:06:00.000-07:0055th parallel? okay, that gives me some perspectiv...55th parallel? okay, that gives me some perspective - we're at the 45 parallel - 10 degrees is so dang far away! :DHeidi Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01769414906479026143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post-28617600208668903642008-12-14T20:18:00.000-07:002008-12-14T20:18:00.000-07:00I can remember my grandfather alluding to the prid...I can remember my grandfather alluding to the pride of a banty rooster! My grandmother had chickens, but I was never brave enough to go in that dark henhouse and gather eggs with her! <BR/><BR/>(Hmmm, to this day, I am still a chicken in so many ways!)anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10640313956929464854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9520508.post-79353269986701054232008-12-14T17:13:00.000-07:002008-12-14T17:13:00.000-07:00You take me back nearly sixty years to staying wit...You take me back nearly sixty years to staying with my aunt and uncle every summer for a week or two. It was most certainly no farm, but a big enough lot to grow a garden and raise chickens. I'd root under those coops to find old eggs long abandoned, then use them as ammo hunting frogs down by the creek in the woods out back. He had a few bantys. He also had a bunch of guinea hens that wouldn't leave the fenced in area, but would fly to the top of those sheds and awake the world every morning. What a squawk! Good memories...Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13302132941940784968noreply@blogger.com