Do not be surprised if posts come up behind this one. I am very behind in my posts and plan to bring some earlier material up at the date I started it.
My thanks to Neil Whitfield for providing a link to an engaging story from a Gunnedah childhood. The story begins:
My grandson, Michael, was an outdoor boy, and was fascinated by my fowls, especially the white rooster. He was three-years-old, big brown eyes, and brown
body.
I have very clear memories of our own fowls in the backyard.
You can find more here.
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