Roosters bring to mind a quaint farm and picturesque sunrises – then the rooster’s morning crow – followed by coffee and flapjacks. This is the idealized Hollywood version.
Fact: Roosters crow whenever they damn well feel like it. This activity isn’t limited to dawn.
I’ve seen a lot of chickens in China. Their presence isn’t limited to farms. The rutted waste land between the road and a nearby line of industrial shops is home to a menagerie of poultry, scraping and pecking as the traffic streams by. Meat is expensive, people raise their own where they can.
You would think that roosters would be off-limits in a gated community. Not so. Somewhere, on the dark recesses of a balcony owned by a probable sadist, lives a rooster. Five windows of my domicile face said rooster. The above fact is the truth, Mr. Rooster crows any time he damn well pleases.
Quaint, I thought at first. Campy. A rooster in a gated community: What a novel way to start the day. That quickly faded. My days are now inter-spaced by the insane callings of a love-sick cock.
As I make coffee in the morning.
Cock-a-doodle-do.
Lunchtime, trying to eat and read.
Cock-a-doodle-do.
On my cellphone, on the balcony, watching the sunset.
Cock-a-doodle-do.
If I wasn’t so lazy I’d try to locate the rooster’s roost. Some military contractor must have invented rooster radar: That would aid in my search. When I discover Mr. Noisypants’ lair I’ll liberate him and give him a new home.
In my belly.
My ears and nerves will be happy.
I feel your pain! I spent my month in Guatemala asking my teacher why that rooster won’t SHUT UP!!! It drove me crazy!
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Roosters have a way of doing that.
Also that pic does not look like rooster radar, it looks like night vision on a sniper gun. Maybe not a bad idea…
.-= Christine Gilbert´s last blog ..30 Ways in 30 Days to Redesign Your Life and Travel the World =-.
Not a bad idea at all, Christine.
I have a great recipe for dumplings to go with the noisy beast. 🙂
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Hehe. Might be useful.
This reminds me of my Jamaican vacation in an old beachfront hotel in Negril. Each morning at about 5 a.m. every dog would start barking, goats were bleating, roosters crowing…. it was like they were competing to see who could make the most noise. The windows didn’t have glass; they were shuttered. All in all it made for some pretty interesting hangovers.
For the sake of your mental health I hope the critter winds up in a pot soon; very soon.
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I don’t want to imagine those hangovers, Norm. Luckily, I’ll be away from here three days per week. I have yet to experience the morning sounds of my part-time neighborhood.
Tell yourself that you are going to hear the crowing and you will just not register it in your mind. You will just ignore it. Just believe that you can tune it out and you will. It works for crying babies, too.
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The first time that my husband Patrick went with me to India and the rooster started crowing at 4:00 a.m., Patrick turned to me and said, “but it’s not dawn.” He repeated that phrase throughout the day.
We had the same problem in Puerto Rico, too. Roosters every-freakin-where.
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LOL!! The Bogs of Ohio and your gated community have something in common — the dreaded rooster.
There is an advert currently running on television here that uses a crowing rooster to represent insomnia. I find it appropriate since the rooster that lives in my neighborhood apparently has insomnia and cock-a-doodle-do’s throughout the night.
Let me in on that rooster radar when you find it.
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