So we have this neighbor. Truthfully I’m not really sure who it is. That’s how things go when you live in the country. Your neighbors are half a mile away, but you can still hear what’s going on at their house.
Anyhow. We have this neighbor that has a rooster. Putting it in the nicest term possible, the rooster has a few screws loose. As in, he’s a few fries short of a happy meal. Not the brightest crayon in the box. You get my drift?
I always forget about this particular rooster. Our house is pretty solid. Good insulation, etc. When the windows are closed I don’t really hear much going on outside. At least, nothing that I can’t tune out on a regular basis.
But it’s spring. And it’s nice out. With that being said, the windows are open.
This rooster has his days and nights mixed up. Or his mornings and afternoons messed up. Simply, something in this rooster’s head is messed up.
He crows ALL. DAY. LONG.
Often I get up earlier than A. I like to be able to get a cup of coffee in before the mayhem starts. And we’re not talking super early. Maybe 6:45, 7:15 at the latest. The ‘Big Man’ doesn’t start crowing until at least 9:30. Then it will go on until about 2:30 in the afternoon.
Like I said, he’s got a few screws loose.
Couple that with the goats our other neighbors have and it routinely sounds like a barnyard around here when the windows are open.
Such is life in the country. It’s kind of entertaining to hear the ‘farm sounds’ without actually having to take care of any of them. But some days? Some days, I want to take an alarm clock down and gift it to the silly rooster. Maybe he just wasn’t taught time in rooster school? Or, maybe he just likes to sleep in?