It’s a beautiful morning…

The sun is just coming up…

There’s still a mist rising up and a haze settling in…

It’s a Florida summer, so there’s moisture dripping from every opportunity…

It’s still not intolerably hot out there…….but you know it will to be shortly…

I love when the assortment of birds wake up and get going with their daily business……….they fly here or there……….all having their morning chatter about what’s on the agenda for their day…

…All Except For Alex (the English Game Cock—–Livestock Conservancy Description)

Alex is this short, little rooster with a Napoleon-Complex.

He is the first to notice any inkling of difference in lightness to the east (4:00—5:00am)……….

…..Alex then announces that yet another dawn is on its way…….with five minute regularity…….in a staccato, helium-pitched cock-a-doodle-doo…..

…….sigh…….

Alex is not going to last.

All the roosters seem to get the crowing-thing out of their system once the sun is well & truly up.

I don’t mind the big guys.

Their voices are in the bass-range………….but Alex’s is like fingernails on a chalkboard……….repeatedly…….repeatedly…….and did I already say…….repeatedly?

Yep……….Alex is going down the road…

I didn’t buy Alex.

He was gifted (dropped off) by my farrier…………………(who apparently has a sick sense of humor).

When I was little, the farm next to ours in Ohio raised fighting cocks who looked a lot like Alex…

He’s not even good as a stew bird……….there’s nothing on his bones……….just feathers and a larynx.

He didn’t come with the name…

I named him after my older daughter’s boyfriend of a few years back———-skinny, short, and cocky…

…….And that Alex went down the road too…………………….