Chicken Dances

Rooster at the West Barn, enters Stage Left.

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Tough audience.

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Cattle Call auditions. I hate them.   Though I believe this particular audition was called by the cattle.

aunty del

I knew a guy once, when I was running in such circles, who actually wrote his thesis on the Entrances and Exits of Shakespeare.  It was a dry piece. And has absolutely nothing to do with Dancing Roosters.

I hope you have a lovely day.

celi

117 responses to “Chicken Dances”

  1. On Cattle Call Valentine’s Day
    The rooster, the music will sway
    To soon, June and moon
    A catchy dear tune
    That makes us all enter the fray.
    ~~Gayle, 2.14.16, with usual much love…

  2. Boy that looked very similar to the Chicken Dance I have done at weddings…and I got the same reaction!! 😉 That Cattle has a look of knowing in his eyes…not sure what he knows, but he does and he’s not sharing. Your pictures are so clear! Wonderful shots!!

  3. Oh Celi – you have made my morning!!! Going back and remembering! You taught and directed, I was taught and acted . . . loved Shakespeare to bits and still do . . . in my High School years was rather a wellknown Portia in NSW- wide, a blonde one at that – in schoolgirl film for Dept.Ed and all that! Adored the almost walk-on stately Calpurnia, did Perdita, Hermia and Viola . . . refused Ophelia and Titania and, of course, ‘the Lady’. . . oh what glorious fun to remember . . . 😀 !! Stage left indeed and thank God I never had to go thru’ a cattle call . . . Kate: that hat pink pic is just fabulous and what a time to trot it out . . . Irmi: don’t change yours – it is beautiful . . .

  4. Loungers are as much fun to listen to today as your delightful (and quite striking) photographs are to see. A hazy milky morning here just cleared up. Would you believe, I had to ask My Dear what a chicken dance was. She said, “Of course, we did that at Danny’s wedding.” Then she showed me. I almost spilled my coffee, she in her bathrobe, humming, flapping and wriggling, faster and faster, both off us laughing. I went back to my newspaper feeling like the cow in the last picture.

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