One morning a couple of weeks ago a note was discovered on our door that read “ we have your rooster “ followed by a phone number. Frantic screams were yelled out as the kids searched the yard for our rooster, called Mr. Rooster. I, on the other hand, thought someone was playing a prank and had nabbed the big metal rooster that mans our front porch (read rooster and pigs blog entry). Two minutes later we discovered we were in possession of both the real Mr Rooster and the metal one. I called the phone number. It was a neighbor who said our rooster was in their yard. I inquired if it might be a chicken. Until a year or two ago I wouldn’t have necessarily known the difference – and I knew our rooster was strutting his stuff in our backyard as we spoke. She was pretty sure it was a rooster so I told her we would come over and check it out. Sure enough it was a rooster – not ours mind you, but a rooster. He was cruising around their yard like he owned the place. My son tried to catch him with no avail. I made a few phone calls to see if he had flown the coop but no one was missing a rooster. This was several weeks ago and we still see him sprinting around their yard, dogs chasing him or him chasing the dogs, not sure which. In the morning our Mr. Rooster and this rooster crow back and forth at each other as if to outdo one another. Perhaps they are chatting back and forth about the fact that it is indeed morning time and maybe discussing what types of bugs they are going to feast on, my husband thinks one is a Cubs fan and one a Sox fan and they are talking smack to one another. Either way it is a delightful way to begin each morning.
Mr. Rooster and part of his crew
