Thursday, September 28, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Rooster Problems
From time to time I have to chase out a gecko from our house. It's just part of living here. Mitzi doesn't like them, but she doesn't freak out. One could say we are used to them. And...from time to time we hear, and see, other creatures...chickens, certainly dogs, rats, in other parts of town. Well, a few weeks ago we started hearing a rooster crowing each morning, usually before daylight. No problem, although we kind of wondered who had a rooster, and why, since our neighborhood is sort of middle class and in the middle of town. Houses here are built wall to wall, and yards are very small normally. (Not to mention that the rooster's wakeup call seemed to come from a house that was more affluent than most and has a tennis court.)
Anyway...Sunday morning Mitzi looked out into our small back yard and exclaimed, "There's a rooster in our yard!" Sure enough there was a beautiful little banty rooster strutting around in the yard. My first thought was, "How did he get in here?" Our walls are high and there are no openings. Then I began to wonder how I was going to catch him. Then I thought, "What am I going to do with him, if I catch him?" I got a towel (I wasn't afraid of a little rooster, but I do know that they can peck pretty hard.) and began to try to corner him. He began squawking loudly and to my surprise he took off and flew to the roof or our house. OK. Since it is very possible to walk from house to house on the roofs, I decided that maybe the lost rooster would find his way home. He was out of our yard and not our problem anymore...or so I thought.
When we returned from church, guess what was now in our front yard...yep, the rooster. Again, the same problem. If I catch him, what do I do then? I could go up and down the street trying to find the owner.
Well, I began to try to catch him again, and this time he jumped through our fence bars onto the sidewalk. The guard saw all this, but neither of us knew what to do. But he's out of my yard again...not my problem. Right? A few minutes later our buzzer rang and I went out only to find a young lady inquiring if I was the owner of a rooster. Seems they had seen it and the guard told them that it had been in our yard. No.It wasn't my rooster and I didn't know who it belonged to. I went back inside, getting a little tired of the rooster adventure.
Not long after that, the buzzer sounded again. I went out, and this time was confronted by a lady and a little boy about 5 years old, her grandson I presume. She wasn't pleasant in the least. She asked me if I had been hitting her rooster. Someone had told her that they heard the rooster squawking in my yard and was sure I must have been hitting him. To make matters worse, she asked if I was a Christian and said something about church, or a church, that I didn't understand. It had the tone of, "If you call yourself a Christian, why are you beating up on this little boy's pet rooster?" Of course, I assured her that I hadn't hit the rooster.
The rooster story is almost over...almost. Later, the buzzer rang...again. I went out and the stupid rooster was back in the front yard. No, he didn't ring the buzzer, although I did think, if I had been abusing the thing, why did he come back. The lady with the little boy was back, trying to catch the rooster. I tried too, but he again jumped through the rails onto the sidewalk. The lady still didn't seem too happy with me, but evidently they finally captured the little boy's pet, because we have been hearing it crow every morning since then.
Anyway...Sunday morning Mitzi looked out into our small back yard and exclaimed, "There's a rooster in our yard!" Sure enough there was a beautiful little banty rooster strutting around in the yard. My first thought was, "How did he get in here?" Our walls are high and there are no openings. Then I began to wonder how I was going to catch him. Then I thought, "What am I going to do with him, if I catch him?" I got a towel (I wasn't afraid of a little rooster, but I do know that they can peck pretty hard.) and began to try to corner him. He began squawking loudly and to my surprise he took off and flew to the roof or our house. OK. Since it is very possible to walk from house to house on the roofs, I decided that maybe the lost rooster would find his way home. He was out of our yard and not our problem anymore...or so I thought.
When we returned from church, guess what was now in our front yard...yep, the rooster. Again, the same problem. If I catch him, what do I do then? I could go up and down the street trying to find the owner.
Well, I began to try to catch him again, and this time he jumped through our fence bars onto the sidewalk. The guard saw all this, but neither of us knew what to do. But he's out of my yard again...not my problem. Right? A few minutes later our buzzer rang and I went out only to find a young lady inquiring if I was the owner of a rooster. Seems they had seen it and the guard told them that it had been in our yard. No.It wasn't my rooster and I didn't know who it belonged to. I went back inside, getting a little tired of the rooster adventure.
Not long after that, the buzzer sounded again. I went out, and this time was confronted by a lady and a little boy about 5 years old, her grandson I presume. She wasn't pleasant in the least. She asked me if I had been hitting her rooster. Someone had told her that they heard the rooster squawking in my yard and was sure I must have been hitting him. To make matters worse, she asked if I was a Christian and said something about church, or a church, that I didn't understand. It had the tone of, "If you call yourself a Christian, why are you beating up on this little boy's pet rooster?" Of course, I assured her that I hadn't hit the rooster.
The rooster story is almost over...almost. Later, the buzzer rang...again. I went out and the stupid rooster was back in the front yard. No, he didn't ring the buzzer, although I did think, if I had been abusing the thing, why did he come back. The lady with the little boy was back, trying to catch the rooster. I tried too, but he again jumped through the rails onto the sidewalk. The lady still didn't seem too happy with me, but evidently they finally captured the little boy's pet, because we have been hearing it crow every morning since then.
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