Death to Roosters!
Seriously. 5:48am? Feather-brains didn’t even have the decency to wait for sunrise proper. The little rascal snuck right up to my window and started bellowing “Cock-a-doodle-dooooo!” at the top of his little rooster lungs.
Worse, not too far away, rooster number two got into the act, except he had issues. He’d bellow his “Cock-a-doodle…” and you’d anticipate the “doooo,” but it never came. That really messes with your mind.
I’m having chicken for lunch.
November 21st, 2008 in
Philippines
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Gabe, your narrative is fascinating! Cant wait to see what happens next. But, the rooster story is so close to my heart. Since i moved back to Dominican Rep last year, i’ve been woken up at some inhuman hour of the morning by roosters bellowing… i have actually chased them away after cursing all kinds of English expressions that most ppl wont understand. Hope you had chicken for dinner!
“I’m having chicken for lunch.”
Like you don’t do that already…
Hahaha. This reminds me of my early childhood in Malaysia – a village next to a river. I kind of miss that rooster clock – woke up early, and played in the rubber tree woods, streams, black pepper fields, …. how nostalgic.
think of them as nature’s alarm clock, i know, doesn’t feel any better !
Growing in a farm, I can remember roos crowing anytime. Although they crow usually in the morning when the fingers of light start to embrace the earth.
Did you catch the rooster for your lunch? 😉