Front Porch Indiana: Jack. Over here, Jack.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Jack. Over here, Jack.

Poor bugger is blind as a bat. Doesn't even realize he's not looking at the camera.

5 comments:

Patsy said...: Poor old Jack, was just looking for that Bob. LOL; January 4, 2009 at 1:46 PM
angelandspot said...: I am sorry he is blind. Nice photo of his backside though.; January 4, 2009 at 2:04 PM
Unknown said...: I think Jack is a little self- conscience.....he's probably trying to show you his good side.; January 4, 2009 at 3:19 PM
Anonymous said...: Poor guy. Lovely roo though.; January 4, 2009 at 6:51 PM
Carol said...: Some mighty fine looking tail feathers.; January 5, 2009 at 7:58 PM

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