About a month ago, give or take a week, I went outside one morning to feed the chickens the scraps leftover from dinner the night before, when I saw, lurking at the outer edges of the flock, a very young rooster. He was quite small, and black and white in color, and dodged skittishly in and out of the flock, stealing scraps here and there, trying to avoid the angry and protective pecks of Roostaur, the flock leader.
Being accustomed to strays, and he, seeing that I was the giver of food, followed me over to the shed where I gave him a small scoop of feed by himself, out of the sight of the rest of the flock, who would not hestitate to rob him blind of his meal. I could tell that he must have had an owner at some point because he did not flinch from me when I moved close to him, but would always stay just enough out of reach that he could easily dodge my hand when I reached out to pet him, which is not unusual behavior for a chicken, especially a rooster.
I knew that our second closest neighbor, who lives about a 1/2 mile down the street, had a flock of chickens. Our roosters would often communicate back and forth, crowing to each other, especially in the evening as the sun was setting, much like how dogs “talk” back and forth to each other in a suburban neighborhood.
So, I assumed that the rooster most likely belonged to that flock and, since he was so young, was more than likely run off by an older stronger rooster and so headed in our direction to search out the closest flock. And so he hung out, and travelled with the flock, always on the outskirts but near enough to make it obvious to the others that he wished to join. And after awhile Roostaur didn’t seem to mind, for the most part, so as long as he kept his slimy talons off the hens and so peace ensued for a little while. Until about a week ago.
At about the same time the stray rooster came onto the scene, I began to recognize that I needed to get up earlier in the morning to work on my blog which, as you well know, has being lame and suffering for quite some time due to just a plain ol’ lack of time to devote to it. I was not taking it seriously nor giving it the proper attention that it deserved, but having deleted so many blogs in the past for just the same reason, I was determined that I would not do the same this time around. And so it has sat.
So reason dictated the obvious, that I must needs get up earlier in order that I be able to accomplish all that I wished to do.
Now here is where I start with the excuses lol…I work hard, all day long, cooking 3 meals a day for a family of seven, cleaning up after them all and caring for 5 children (including 2 toddlers, one of which I am still breastfeeding 3-4 times a day) and I homeschool plus I have animals, including 3 goats that I milk twice a day which totals to about 70 minutes a day just devoted to milking and animal care. And this is just Winter, during the growing season there is also the daily tending of the garden and the preserving of the harvest, but there is also less schoolwork to be done, so it all balances out in the end.
Most days I don’t make it to bed till around midnight and then I usually get up around 7:00 – 8:00 am and 7 hours is just enough sleep for me, especially after having had two babies in two years and all the extra work and sleep deprivation that goes along with that, I felt like I was perfectly justified in taking full adavantage of all the sleep that I could get! But apparently not, because, as time went on, it was becoming painfully obvious that there just was not enough hours in the day, that something had to give and, as usual, it was going to have to be me *sigh* 🙄
And I have known this, for like a month now… I have been fully aware of the fact that I must needs arise earlier in the day, but for many factors, my own laziness and stubborn procrastination being the most obvious, I have not been getting up earlier, indeed I have, out of sheer rebelliousness been arising even later and later, even as late as 9:00 am one day about a week ago (it was also 2 degrees Fahrenheit outside btw, I just don’t do cold well at all).
So, the next morning, after arising at 9:00 am the morning before, I was sound asleep and I hear this sudden noise in my sleep and it awakens me. I shot straight up in bed, sitting there in my half asleep state listening, I thought it was a child screaming, but then I didn’t hear anything. So I laid down and cuddled back under my covers, and in less than 10 seconds it happened again…a very familiar sound, the crowing of a rooster…a rooster standing on my front porch! My window being right next to the front porch, so it was as if he was crowing right at my window!
I looked at the clock, it was 4:30 am, “He won’t crow for long” I thought to myself while smashing the pillow into my head to block the noise. And he crowed again and again, 12 times before he finally shut up, and I went back to sleep.
The next morning, same thing. And the morning after that, and after that, and after that…the same damn thing every morning for a whole week!! 😡
Now, Roostaur, our flock leader, does not do that. He is a perfect gentleman who does his early morning crowing at the coop where they sleep, which is situated far enough away from the house that you can only very faintly hear his crowing. But apparently this stray rooster has a mind and agenda of his own.
My first thought was this: That chicken is going to DIE! 😈
But then, I usually have a policy against harming strays. Two of our most favorite cats are strays, as was our dog Jack who died last March, one of the best dogs I have ever owned. Call it sentimentality I guess, but I figure God brought the animal into my life, wanted me to have it, for a reason, and so I have always refrained from harming or getting rid of strays, but instead have always gone out of my way to protect and provide for them.
But laying in bed, listening to him crow over and over and over and over and over and over and over again every day for a week….I really wanted to kill that chicken!!
I would lay in bed and fantasize about storming out the door and onto the porch and snapping his skinny little neck with my bare hands and then, as he was quite a young and therefore would be tender chicken, roasting him in the oven with some poatoes and carrots and enjoying him for dinner with a glass of chardonnay…mmmmmmmmm 😎
And then yesterday morning was the worst ever. He started crowing around 4:30 am again and did not stop until a few minutes after 5:00 am! Usually he would only crow 12-15 times (about 10 minutes total) and then leave and I would go back to sleep, but a whole 1/2 hour of crowing was more than I could take…
“Okay God!” I said, as I sat up and flung my legs over the side of the bed, searching for my house slippers with my feet, being careful not to awaken little Samuel who was beside me sleeping peacefully through it all…
“I’m UP! I’m UP! What do you want?? Why do you keep doing this to me when you know that I just want to sleep??” I whisper-yelled this aloud as I put on my sweater robe and headed into the kitchen to make coffee and start up the heater.
And so, now that He has sent me a frickin’ “alarm-chicken”, I have complied. When the stray rooster starts crowing I will get up and make a cup of coffee and work on this blog…it seems He has left me little choice otherwise LOL 😆
Now to think of a name. Any Suggestions??