Sunday, June 19, 2011

decision made

Hubby & I were up late cleaning a flooded basement, so when 5 am rolled around and the adolescent crowing started we were not pleased.

Granted it was 70 out, so all the windows were open. Our fan, which would usually block any noises not in our room, was downstairs encouraging the carpet to dry.

But if The Rooster formerly known as Heather woke us, he probably woke the neighbors too.

He would have made a good male for the flock. I told him so as he sat quietly on my hand. Oh for an old timer to teach me the art (and major surgery) of caponing.

I had more than a couple people suggest I toss him over the fence at the Littleton Museum.

But he is my problem and I found my solution.

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