It’s time for the first ever READERS’ CHOICE poll here on Bayou Woman.
This poor nameless rooster needs a name. Hopefully, tomorrow he will have one–chosen by YOU!
You only get one vote, so please make it count!
BW
(SORRY VOTING ON THIS POLL IS CLOSED)
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Day two found me on the lake just at sunup. With this fantastic sunrise came the promise of another beautiful morning. It would be hard to pay attention to fishing with so many colors to observe in the sky, reflected on the water.
I know that people really can’t “roll in the grave”, which is what, if it were humanly possible, my teetotaling Great Grandmother Adelaide would have been doing last night while I was bottling up and capping said spirits in the kitchen long after everyone else had begun to slumber. Maybe the fact that I waited to do this late at night, in quiet solitude means somewhere back in my ancestry, there might have been some moon shiners doing the same thing in the backwoods of northern Alabama. But wait, Great Grandmother was a teetotaler.
Yes, yes, I know that is a very, very strange blog post title. But you see, there is never an uninteresting dull moment or walk in the yard down the bayou. The other day, while watching the builders build, I took a little stroll around the yard looking here and there with my trusty Nikon…
So, when we left off, it was Saturday, and we had finished with the Mayan Ruins. Our guide, Daniel, grabbed the wet suits, life jackets, and flippers, and we jumped into the van and headed a little ways north of Tulum to another part of the Riviera Maya–Selma Maya or literally translated Mayan Jungle. Daniel…
Do you have a special Thanksgiving dish that you prepare only this time of year? And perhaps it’s not included in the “traditional” meals of most American households? It’s too late for me to share recipes, step by step with you for this year. But I plan to do it anyway, so you will have…
Seasons are real. We have four a year. Everyone knows it, though no one really notices exactly when the seasons change. But honey, I promise you, I don’t care what the calendar says, last weekend marked the end of winter and the arrival of spring on Bayou DuLarge. Honestly, winter came to a screeching halt,…
I thought it was Earl Grey……to go with Lady Grey!
Yes, the liberated hen and her partner: Early and Lady Grey!
I’m sorry, but although everything sounds good, I’m still stuck on Earl. Kind of quirky.
Looks like you might have a 3-way tie.
A handsome fella! Deserving of a good French-ish name 🙂