Did you know that roosters get up at 5:30? IN THE MORNING. Annoying little spits they are. Who's idea was the funny little feathered monster anyway? Our neighbors are just too, too nice. I tried to send the rooster back on Monday morning (or was that Tuesday?), no cooperation at all. What I need are some grouchy neighbors to come by and complain, but it looks like I'm the only grouchy one. The neighbors next door say they're already up and he doesn't bother them a bit. (This might just be true, I did hear Jay crowing back to Mister yesterday morning.) I was thoroughly vetoed by a soon to be eleven year old who's decided she's the avenger of all animals, large or small (when she really gets in a philosophical pickle is when her beloved Puma brings home a mouse). The good news is that after a day or two of getting the feathers beat off him from the Barred Rock, he's now on the defensive and spent a good part of yesterday chasing her. She is not amused.
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