Roosters

One thing that happened on my retreat that would never happen in NYC (although I should learn by now to never say never!) and that is nearly being attacked by roosters!

I skipped breakfast on Saturday morning, thought more sleep would prove to be in my best interest, so I was walking to the meeting room eating almonds and cranberries (a staple for me to carry around since moving to NY--you never really know if you'll get stuck somewhere and miss a meal) out of a ziplock bag.

All of a sudden these two roosters and their two friends (one may have been a hen, but I don't know for sure. After all, I'm, if not a city, then for sure a suburb girl and wouldn't know the difference! In fact, someone had to tell me they were roosters; alls that came to my mind was farm animals) started coming at me. It was a little frightening. At least until I remembered I am much bigger than they were and could easily kick them. (Which I didn't...but later that day I did see superstar kick one.)

Here they are. Ferocious looking; right?