He first walked out to look at us (didn’t find us very exciting) then he sat back down with a little rooster friend that was by his side. When he got up- he looked like an old man getting out of a super squishy chair. He walked about 30 feet, slumped down in the grass and started digging for ants. He looked over at us a few times like “get a life, people!” He grew tired with the ants and got up slowly and started sauntering away. He put his arm up as if to say, “show’s over! I’m out!” Loved him!
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