The rooster is still keeping up its daily routine of crowing beginning at 5:30am. This is not really that conductive to sleep. Fortunately, our bedroom is at the front of the house, but still faint whispers of crowing reaches my ears – then comes the rooster rage and muttering of “Bloody chicken”.
Whose smart idea was it to put a rooster in suburbia?
*sigh* I am bored, and the internet just isn’t entertaining me….