Cock a doodle doo to you
There's a rooster across the street.
For the last year, he's gotten up at 4 am, without fail, gotten up in a tree - He has this little alcove in it, when my camera comes I'll take picture - and he sings his little heart out.
I am not mad at the rooster. Poor thing is doing what his body tells him to do. Rooster crow at the drop of a hat.
I am pissed at the owners because we are in a city. We are smack in the middle of urban life, and their rooster is living it up like it's the country and they have done nothing. No folks, I don't live in the country. If I did, I'd suck it up and frankly would likely never even hear it because of wider open spaces. They are about 200 yards away. I can see him in the tree, all big and brown, with his bright red coxcomb. He's really quite gorgeous, till he opens his mouth.
I've called animal control once already when my other neighbours asked me if I knew who owned it, that it was waking them up and their baby. I pointed to the old bint across the street who likes to spy on nieghbours from the confines of her screen in porch. But I was the one who called animal control.
It's 2 more days till I can complain again. It's illegal to have the rooster and any chicken in the city limits. They supposed had a officer go out to serve a code violation to them and give them notice that they have 7 days to get rid of it. I'm giving them ten.
Ten days to crate the fucker, or send it away. I don't want to deny them what is possibly a pet.
But let me tell you, the temptation to get up at the buttcrack of dawn at 4 am, and sit at their front door and ring the doorbell each time the rooster opens it's mouth is pretty tempting and I think a pretty good analogy of what their animal puts me through each more from 4:19 am onwards.
Only I'd get arrested.
The rooster, clearly hasn't.
For the last year, he's gotten up at 4 am, without fail, gotten up in a tree - He has this little alcove in it, when my camera comes I'll take picture - and he sings his little heart out.
I am not mad at the rooster. Poor thing is doing what his body tells him to do. Rooster crow at the drop of a hat.
I am pissed at the owners because we are in a city. We are smack in the middle of urban life, and their rooster is living it up like it's the country and they have done nothing. No folks, I don't live in the country. If I did, I'd suck it up and frankly would likely never even hear it because of wider open spaces. They are about 200 yards away. I can see him in the tree, all big and brown, with his bright red coxcomb. He's really quite gorgeous, till he opens his mouth.
I've called animal control once already when my other neighbours asked me if I knew who owned it, that it was waking them up and their baby. I pointed to the old bint across the street who likes to spy on nieghbours from the confines of her screen in porch. But I was the one who called animal control.
It's 2 more days till I can complain again. It's illegal to have the rooster and any chicken in the city limits. They supposed had a officer go out to serve a code violation to them and give them notice that they have 7 days to get rid of it. I'm giving them ten.
Ten days to crate the fucker, or send it away. I don't want to deny them what is possibly a pet.
But let me tell you, the temptation to get up at the buttcrack of dawn at 4 am, and sit at their front door and ring the doorbell each time the rooster opens it's mouth is pretty tempting and I think a pretty good analogy of what their animal puts me through each more from 4:19 am onwards.
Only I'd get arrested.
The rooster, clearly hasn't.