“For crowing there was not his equal in all the land. His voice was merrier than the merry organ that plays in church, and his crowing from his resting place was more trustworthy than a clock. His comb was redder than fine coral and turreted like a castle wall, his bill was black and shone like a jet, and his legs and toes were like azure. His nails were whiter than the lily and his feathers were like burnished gold.”

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Morning all. Wanted to point you to a fascinating article in this morning’s NY Times. I know they have a pay wall once you hit a certain article limit, so I’m not sure this will work for everyone, but if you can access it, it’s worth checking out.