The Chicken Saga has reached a new level of absurdity. I was pottering in my "garden" just now, dividing and setting out the leeks that decidedtocomehomewithmewhenwewentinHomeDespotforlightbulbs {ahem} and thinking that man, I'm out here enough in the summer that I'd have noticed something like the intermittent cock-a-doodle-doo coming from the back yard a couple of doors down...
When, in a quiet moment, I suddenly hear from somewhere on the next block the impassioned DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU! of Foul Ole Ron.
Yes, kids, within a two-block area in the middle of my city of three-odd million, there are two goddamn roosters. Dunno if they're both newcomers or if one might have been living here relatively quietly until the sudden appearance of a rival; I suspect that the yard-rooster could possibly be a new immigrant who's set Foul Ole Ron off announcing his presence. ('Cos if he'd been here before, he's kind of hard to miss.) Will be keeping an ear out to see if I can pinpoint where Foul Ole Ron might live...
When, in a quiet moment, I suddenly hear from somewhere on the next block the impassioned DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU! of Foul Ole Ron.
Yes, kids, within a two-block area in the middle of my city of three-odd million, there are two goddamn roosters. Dunno if they're both newcomers or if one might have been living here relatively quietly until the sudden appearance of a rival; I suspect that the yard-rooster could possibly be a new immigrant who's set Foul Ole Ron off announcing his presence. ('Cos if he'd been here before, he's kind of hard to miss.) Will be keeping an ear out to see if I can pinpoint where Foul Ole Ron might live...
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