He loved laying on his tummy with hindlegs outstretched flat behind him in a "frog pose". He also must have been very nearsighted and thought this plastic rabbit was his "Hey Big Mama, whatchadoin, going my way? true love."
One summer Glen Carr was judging a HL specialty show here in the garage at Blackberry Farm, I placed Golden Boy in the holding coop with a mass of post-its notes stuck all over him. Glen picked him up and said, "What the heck?" The post-its were printed with, "Hey Sport", "I'm a good Sport", "Are you a good Sport?" etc. The joke was on us as Glen explained the term Sports in his Checkered Giant world meant a totally different thing. Anyway, it was fun.
Golden Boy lived out his "Golden Years" in Marylouise Cowan's huge aviary cage with a retired brooddoe. They chased each other, played and built a burrow underground like their wild ancestors. They had a great time for many years.