I had a beautiful sussex or suffolk?

Rooster.

Along those lines guess what his name was?

I was raised by a village.

The thing is, the older I got, the bigger the village got, and the more influences there were.

It's a bit like the Amish, with their kids - I had my "wild years", or perhaps "my years wandering in the wilderness", it depends how you look at it.

I didn't decide to be who I am overnight. Over time it became, more and more a comfortable way of thinking.

I'm not a mainstream Christian, I'm not a Muslim, I'm not a Buddhist, I'm not a Quaker, nor a Mennonite, or Hindu but I have known people who are, and I have found things in the way they think that appeal, that have a truth, for me.

Over a period of many years I grew to see that if I wanted to live, not just exist, but live, be content, be comfortable then I had to learn how to live, in a way that worked for me.

Ultimately, I had to be happy and if being happy meant simply being kind to people, then there lay the answer.

Smarty pants

If you took the best of many religions and lumped

Them together then you may have one that I'd be 

Interested in following

Now what kind of name would I give a rooster?

Let's see, based on experience it would have to be short, and to the point.

Let's go with "Bruce".

"Bruce, you maniacal mongrel, stop pecking me legs!".

Yep, that works okay, for me.

Nearly 

So close

Just have to expand it a bit

Spooky 🙂

The trouble with Relgions, as I see it is that they tend to want to tell you what to do.

I get enough of that from the cockatoos - No! This is Multigrain bread. I want Wholemeal bread! Take it away and get the Right bread!

I would have expanded it but I can't use that word in the company of Ladies.

His name was Brewster

Brewster the rooster:)

Any kind of bush suits  me, Ive driven all around Australia and some parts are so barren and flat a tree would start a conversation.