I'm wondering...when on earth did a rooster move into my neighborhood?
Yesterday, at sunrise...I'm hearing a "cock-a-doodle-do!" WTF? I've never heard that before IN PERSON! (It actually does sound like that!) I say to myself, that I've gotta be imaging it...and then...another..."cock-a-doodle-do!"
This morning? The same thing! The noisy little bugger. Hmmmm...I'm thinking....COQ AU VIN.....
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We used to have chickens when we lived upstate. Mind you, it was a farm, and we had a barn and a chicken coop. But those damned roosters can be annoying, because they surely carry on at the crack of dawn. Imagine our amusement when we forgot to clip the birds' wings, and a rooster and hen literally flew off into the sunset. Have you ever seen a chicken fly? Very silly.
Coq au vin indeed. It would have to be, if it were a rooster; otherwise, you'd have cocotte au vin.
Yeah, the new cock in town is up and crowing away at the crack of dawn, which helpfully, is now getting later and later. I'm figuring that perhaps he will catch the eye of one of the neighborhood cats and we'll have coq be gone.
An update: Sometime last month the new cock in town has vanished. Where did he go? Off to fight? Into a stock pot? Or did he become dinner for one of the hood's feral felines?
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