That damned rooster finally made a personal appearance. I’m talking about the same one that’s been waking us each dawn with his insanely loud and incessant crowing for the past few months. This past week he decided to fly over into our neighbor’s backyard. Today we finally put out a raccoon trap to catch it. While setting the trap and sprinkling a trail of feed corn into it, I felt like I was living out a cartoon. Of course, in the cartoon I’d be the bear who’s trying to hibernate. Here’s a couple photos of him strutting around in Joyce’s backyard:
You can’t kill the rooster.
Did you catch him yet?
Does it have large talons?
No, I haven’t caught him yet, but I haven’t heard him in the past two days either.
I want to see that movie! (Napoleon Dynamite) Sab keeps saying he’s going to be ND for Halloween but I can’t imagine it.
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