March 25, 2008 – Sunny, cold. Spring is still shy. Yesterday, Winston sat still for an hour in Annie’s lap as she cleaned his eye and the other wounds from the fight he had with his son, Winston Jr. They have stayed away from one another, but I fear another attack like that would kill Winston and so Annie is looking to re-home Junior. If there is another dust-up I’ll have to do something. This morning, though, it was great to see Winston out there crowing by the pig barn, his throne. Great character, that bird. Proud as he he is old.