My life is reduced to this. 5.10 am (yes, there is a ‘5’ on the morning clock) Rae and I are peeping over the next door neighbour’s fence rooster spotting.
Three times it crowed (again) and it was the third one that gave it away. A big black rooster, sitting on a chair in the shadows, looking very happy with itself. We now have confirmation that the people at 112 are keeping wildlife, and our bet is it is without a permit. The damn thing repeated its trick three times before sunrise too – each time just as we were about tip over the edge back into sleep.
Fair enough – a chook that clucks by day, but a rooster guaranteed to wake you at 5 every morning. No way. Of course the Council isn’t open on the weekend but come Monday the crowing will stop.