Bopping home from the lookout spot we saw Victor at his father-in-laws rooster farm. Fighting cocks. I have never seem such beautiful roosters in my life. Their stance, the colors of their feathers, simply spectacular. Little Victor's new horse was there, as well as several enormous sows with their little pigglets. Late that night Zim, Hope and Mike went to the cock fights (I stayed home), and came home about 1:30 AM, though the event typically carries on through the night until nearly dawn.
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