Besides the horses, goats, sheep and the lone duck there is a gaggle (flock? herd?) of chickens that is pretty much a wild cock renegade posse. No one feeds them. No one gets their eggs. They just wander the neighborhood pecking and cock-a-doodle-dooing. And if anyone has ever wondered, the cock-a-doodly-doo happens waaay before the sun comes up, around um 4:30. I'm surprised there hasn't been a drive-by-rooster shooting. Yeah there is no h
appy, cheerful cockeling to wake up the sun, which in turns wakes us up with a smile sending yellow beams of sunlight all over the world. It ends up being this croaking sound that makes you wonder if the rooster is on it's deathbed. Luckily I have managed to stop waking up in the early hours of the morning, unless they happen to be right under my window.Here is a picture from my side window.
I have taken to calling them the Chicken Posse because there is this funny air about them like they are some old military group that never disbanded and totally own the place, and the street for that matter. It is many a day that I will come home and have to stop in the middle of the road and wait till the chickens get out of the way with indignant looks on their faces. Usually when I walk out to my car a number of them will look up in surprise and shake their red thingies at me as if they just couldn't believe I was doing such a thing. I have also seen them perch themselves on various fences, trees etc. around the block. They then croak messages to each other as if they are on watch duty. The Rooster Sentinel. "Sqwack! Frank, here's one coming. Get to the fence. Get to the fence." Or something like that I'm sure.
Did I mention the Duck? There is also one lone duck that seems to be apart of this Posse. If it were a person it would be some cute, old, senile lady that wanders the streets looking for who knows what. The Wandering Duck. The Rooster Sentinel. Welcome to the Funny Farm.
One last picture. Here is a chicken standing guard at our gate.
5 comments:
k so chickens are the female ones that lay eggs, and roosters are the male ones that cock a doodle doo...ya got both????
oh yeah do I have both. I am going to post a Chicken Posse part 2 blog tomorrow about how they really are polygamists/compound/commune chickens. Every so often a bunch of eggs will hatch and we will have chickies running around.
I was wondering if there was going to be some sort of polygamous implication with this possee of communal chicks running about---with no one owning them or taking care of them. Heh. It reminds me of a memoir of one of the early polygamous wives. She wrote about not seeing her husband (she wasn't his first wife) and not seeing her husband and not seeing her husband. And then he shows up for a weekend, and then leaves for Europe (along with other men involved in polygamy) to escape the law. And, what do you know, she's pregnant. And she gives birth all by herself in this tiny little back room of this house that is disguised so no one knows it's there. She's been in hiding. I think she should have gone to find the rest of the chicken possee and had some help. Anyway, it's late and I don't know if I'm making any sense. . .
uh yeah. If you are in a polygamous communal chicken posse in the first place you should totally go get some help from the 2nd or 3rd chicken wife. or the 4th or 5th.
Laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh a doodle doo.
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