Bubba the Soprano

bubbaAnd then a horrid sound from the back yard filled the air.  I panicked at once wondering what it could be.  It for all the world sounded like an injured baby goat.  I followed the dreadful noise to the chicken coop where Bubba found his voice.  His adolescent cords trying ever so hard to crow.  So, folks, we have a rooster.


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