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March 2, 2008


Filed under: my world — Kathy @ 11:14 pm
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There are some good reasons I’m not building my house out in the wilds of Idaho. One of which is roosters. Yes, you heard me, roosters. I’m kind of a night mama. I sometime, well, OK, often, well, OK, every single night, like to stay up late. The last thing I want is some cock-a-doodle-doer waking me up at the crack of dawn. I think there is some city ordinance forbidding residents of this village to keep poultry, because when we bought our lot, it, being on the edge of town and covering a few acres, came with some animal rights. The real estate agent told us we could have two large animals, like cows or horses. But absolutely no poultry. Which was an ordinance I could agree with.

Now, I’m not living out on that lot yet. I’m right in the middle of town, the “inner village.” The last few weeks, I have heard a rooster outside my bedroom window. A ROOSTER! Not a cute little bunny, not a sweet woolly lamb, not even a yipping fluffy puppy. A rooster. Not only does this criminal crow at the crack of dawn, he does his thing at 1 am and 2:30 am and 4 am and you-name-it am and also every-other-hour pm.

So what to do? The police? A friendly neighborly visit? An anonymous letter?

I don’t know who is keeping this bird. It’s not my immediate neighbors, Heather and Eldon and their four cute little kids. I like kids. I can tell the difference between kids crowing and ROOSTERS crowing. Kids are allowed in the village, criminal roosters are not. At least that’s what I hope.

I might have to go on a little detective mission with my camera, you know, find the criminal and give the police the bird, as in something to go on.

Maybe it would be quieter out in the wilds.



  1. Hilarious. I confess there have been times when I’ve wanted to “give the police the bird.” But that’s a whole nuther story. And where did you find that picture of my dad’s hired hand standing in front of his tractor shed with that giant chicken? Amazing.

    Comment by Scott — March 3, 2008 @ 3:10 am | Reply

  2. If that’s the rooster crowing, no wonder you’re bugged!!!

    Comment by myhandsfull — March 3, 2008 @ 9:07 am | Reply

  3. I don’t hear any roosters here in the wilds. What keeps us awake at night is the howling coyotes. Then the dogs join in…..

    Comment by Marianne — March 3, 2008 @ 5:17 pm | Reply

  4. I’ve been thinking about getting a pet rooster myself, do you think my neighbors would mind? (j/k)

    Comment by Stacie — March 12, 2008 @ 12:16 pm | Reply

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