Dressed for It

A Black Minorca rooster with glossy green-black plumage and white earlobes in a white linen shirt with a red neckerchief and red sash, perched on the wooden rail of a wrought-iron balcony above an empty cobbled street in an old stone town, red geraniums in pots and a cup of coffee on the ledge beside him

The Seventh, from the Balcony

He wore the white and the red, as tradition requires, and attended in the sense that matters: from a balcony, with coffee. Courage, he maintains, has never obliged anyone to run in a particular direction.

7 July 2026