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      The United States Postal Service has no official creed or motto. An inscription on the James Farley Post Office in New York City reads: “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”

 Last Friday, I said goodbye to one of the best friends I’ve ever had.

 I was awakened Christmas Eve morning by Russell Crow.

Now before you start thinking, “my, my, that Linda was a really good girl this year,” let me explain.

It was not the all-tingly voice of that hunky Australian actor Russell Crowe I heard. It was the crowing of our pet rooster Russell Crow who was thawing out in the basement – directly under the bedroom floor.

It was annoying, but we were glad to hear that he was feeling better. For awhile, it looked like he was headed straight to the pot for dumplings.

 Last week's cold rainy weather meant one thing at our house.

It's rooster tipping time.

To be accurate, it was actually rooster "untipping" time.

Ever since our pet rooster Rusell Crow stayed outside the chicken house during the ice storm last winter, he hasn't been quite right. Although we thawed him out and cared for him to the best of our ability, he hasn't rebounded like we had hoped.