OK! I'm a city girl and I'm not used to hearing a rooster when I go outside. At first I did not believe George when he said he heard a rooster one morning, but now I hear that brazen chicken every day, and not just in the early morning. Just about every time I go outside, I hear the confident cock-a-doodle-do from this creature I haven't seen yet. At first, I felt a little-"put-off" having a chicken in my neighborhood, but now I find some kind of crazy satisfaction when I hear him. I even get tickled and think, "if this isn't the craziest thing!" My ears always perk up like my little dog Millie does when she hears something interesting. The foreign sound makes me smile and I think that this must be what I would hear if I lived on a farm.
From what I understand from George, the rooster is getting brave because he saw him out near the street..makes me wonder if these creatures are multiplying and if they might start wandering around the neighborhood. I'm sure I'm getting ahead of myself, but I do contemplate how the neighbors might feel about chickens roaming around. I haven't heard any conversation about him.
This morning as I sit on the porch with my cup of coffee and my iPad I hear that noisy little chicken bolting out "good morning" many times. I chuckle to myself and again wonder how the city might feel about our little neighborhood pet. I won't tell because I've become quite fond of him.
I was telling a friend about the rooster and she informed me that it is now quite "chic" to have chicken coops in the city. What? She even told me that our city recently had Tour D'Coop with proceeds going to Urban Ministries. Guess that puts a different twist on my story. Ha!
