Okay, so here I have been hit with a new situation. And this one is actually not my fault. Not really.
“L” notices the rooster is getting onto my back porch, so he takes matters into his own hands. He puts up deer netting to enclose the porch and hangs a sign to warn me, probably so I don’t kill myself trying to walk through the gate. I wonder if it occurred to him to try to catch the rooster?
The sign says, “CHICKEN PRISON, ENTER AT OWN RISK!! RENEGADE ROOSTER ON THE LOOSE. REWARD DEAD OR ALIVE. SHOOT ON SITE (AND IF SEEN… SIGHT). EASILY IDENTIFIED BY COCKY STRUT AND BIG COMB. WARDEN CASHIE”
That rooster was not leaving, and besides, I still hadn’t seen what he looks like.
Fast forward a few weeks, after I finally spotted the renegade over the weekend having a good time with my hens– as they were chasing him away from their coop.
Last night I got a note in my mailbox which read, “Hi neighbor, not sure what you can do about your rooster but it now comes in my yard, on my roof and wakes us up. I do know it is against city ordinance to have a rooster… So please keep it in your yard and quiet. Thx much, Neighbor. Ps. Thanks for working on the fence. Looks much better.”
Now it just figures I’d get blamed the first time I was innocent.
I wrote her back, “Hi neighbor, that rooster was abandoned in our neighborhood and probably chose my backyard to stay in due to my attractive hens, the little sluts. He has been waking me up, too. So, my idea is this: I’ll try to catch him– he’s rascally and likes to fly away when I get too close– and if I succeed, I’ll invite you over for roast chicken and we can have a good laugh over the situation. Ps. Can you do me a favor and let the other neighbors know he’s not mine? Thx much. “
It occurred to me that one person’s assessment of the situation might be the entire neighborhood’s, a supposition which might anger some folks. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands and create a flyer to pass out:
It reads, “You may have heard… Our neighborhood (or, namely my house) has been terrorized by an abandoned rooster. He seems to have adopted my yard as his place to roam during the day, but I have no idea where he goes at night. It occurs to me that after some neighbors complained about “my” rooster, that this villainous bird might be making me unpopular in the ‘hood. I’ve tried to catch him but he’s elusive, and besides, he’s gone by the time I usually get home. I’ve named him Joe Cocker.
If this rooster belongs to anyone you know, please let them know he is alive and well. If he doesn’t belong to anyone you know, and you are tired of his raucous and loud behavior, please be my guest and try to catch him. He’s like a guest who won’t leave.
If you’re willing to take this dastardly bird on, please give me a call and I’ll try to help.”
The flyers have been passed out and yet my phone is strangely silent. Maybe they like it when he wakes us up? We may never know.