About a month ago B announced he hadn’t slept well the night before because a rooster started crowing every 3 minutes or so starting around 4:30 in the morning.
In no uncertain terms I told him he was one loco pollo. (You see what I did there?)
I then mentioned he sleeps all of 4 feet from the open bedroom window and if it was really that bad he could have just closed the window. I then continued to mock him. We live in a dense city! Sure there are occasonal coyote sightings and the neighbor has a gang of (rabid I swear) squirrels and 30 pound racoons living in his attic (we watch them come and go through holes in his roof, pinky swear) but a rooster? No. I insisted roosters were illegal anyway.
About three days later I was working from home, with windows open and I began hearing a rooster crowing. I told myself it was someone’s bad idea of a phone ringer sound, like the iPhone quacking duck, yes I will judge you if you use the duck quack ring. But…it kept up for some time. As in hours. I doubt someone wasn’t answering their phone for hours. I finally conceeded that yes, there seemed to be a rooster in the neighborhood.
Now that we both agree there is a rooster we hear it all the time. It wakes us up at 4:30 am crowing. It never shuts up. It is HAUNTING US. The fact that we don’t know where it lives makes it feel very Orange is the New Black, a mythical bird roaming around, just waiting to be caught. Or perhaps Sex and the City with someone nearby raising roof chickens. Now is when I should probably provide you clips to these iconic scenes but lets face it: you’ve probably already seen them and if you haven’t, you don’t care. NOTED. Moving on!
Anyway. This rooster is seriously screwing with us. It is preventing us from sleeping and my indignant research has told me that roosters are not illegal. Obnoxious crowing is something I could call and report, but I’m at a loss as to how to report a crowing rooster I’ve never seen. I’m sure that wouldn’t get me labeled a crazy person at all. Closing the windows doesn’t seem to help, it somehow infiltrates with its terrible noise.
This story has no good summary, but I thought I’d fill you all in on the excitement at Casa de Daisy & B. Rooster…it is what’s (eventually) for dinner.
