Ron's sister Cheryl and her daughter Jenny came to visit us during Balloon Fiesta. When I came down 2 years ago, not a single balloon went up beause of the wind. This year the weather was picture perfect, blue skies and calm. There were so many balloons that went up (over 250) that you just didn't know where to look. We found ourselves telling the others, look at that one, oh no, look at that one. The final balloon that was inflated was this rooster. All I could think about was my Dad and the silly song he taught us, "I love my rooster, my rooster loves me, I love my rooster in the cottonwood tree, my little rooster says 'cock-a-doodle do', dee doodely doodely doodely do".
Ron's sister Cheryl and her daughter Jenny came to visit us during Balloon Fiesta. When I came down 2 years ago, not a single balloon went up beause of the wind. This year the weather was picture perfect, blue skies and calm. There were so many balloons that went up (over 250) that you just didn't know where to look. We found ourselves telling the others, look at that one, oh no, look at that one. The final balloon that was inflated was this rooster. All I could think about was my Dad and the silly song he taught us, "I love my rooster, my rooster loves me, I love my rooster in the cottonwood tree, my little rooster says 'cock-a-doodle do', dee doodely doodely doodely do". 
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