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We’ve accumulated too many roosters………….again…..

And again………….I don’t think they’re All ours…..

…..(damn that suburban farmer down the road)…..

I didn’t notice it right away…(or I did’t feel a need to do something about it)…until the roosters came of age…and start crowing their faces off…..

…..and then…I realized I’d waited too long………….again…..

I’ve found that the older I get…sleep is an easily interrupted luxury…and it’s hard to regain…once it’s been squelched…..

…..add to that insomnia a little fibromyalgia…cantankerous plotting livestock…sneaky Irish Wolfhounds…demonic incontinent cats…or any of a long list of freshly erupting disasters that occur here on a regular basis…..

…..and it all waits until after the sun goes down…..

Why do so many catastrophes have to happen in the dark?…I do not know…..

But I am ashamed to say…that the weeding out of excessive roosters………….is my fault…..

…..something I should have expected and planned for…..

I don’t like the nearest auction…or the auctioneer…who’s a self-impressed quick-change artist…..

I don’t like the selling end of auctions…you never know the actual fate of the animals who you leave…..

I mean…their fate with me may not have rosy sunrises…but I know their end will be quick and succinct…..

Suffice to say…when Doctor Brigid said she wouldn’t mind dealing with our excess roosters…I said “Yes”…immediately…..

I could bypass the sneaky oily auctioneer…and know my roosters would be dealt with properly…and end up as a nice dinner…..

The coop’s chorus of crowing post-pubescent birds has grown to an intolerable morning screaming match…..

…..I really don’t understand what they’re crowing about in the dead of night…..

I would think all that noise would just draw attention to a potential snack for any nighttime predator…..

…..dumb birds…..

Anyway…where was I going with this(?)…..

Oh yeah…Doctor Brigid…..

She offered to take the surplus chicken boys…and I jumped at the chance…..

I could only find three travel-cages…but three less was better than however many roosters were on the other side of my bedroom wall…..

At this point the only thing missing from this extensive boy band were the drums and amplifiers…..

So after sunset…my older daughter and I went into the coop and snagged three off their perches…..

Being blind in one eye makes my depth-perception a little off…however I was still fairly proficient at snagging the boys without too much fanfare…..

…..by “fanfare” I mean screeching…clawing…beating me senseless with their wings…or churning up a swirling vortex of coop mud…..

And then…the next morning we drove them over to Doctor Brigid…..

After that…it was three roosters quieter…(for me…not for Doctor Brigid)…(in fact she did mention just how full-bodied & loud my boys were)…..

As soon as the good Doctor was ready for more…my daughter and I followed the same routine…(with the exception that this time I dropped the flashlight in elbow deep mud)…(I really have to fix that leaking faucet)…..

It sunk so fast into the soupy darkness…it was right out of a horror lagoon movie…..

…..(and we know it wasn’t just mud…Right?)…..

I had to dive in for the flashlight and fish it out…and then bleach myself…and the flashlight…over and over and over…..

…..(that smell is indelible)…..

After all was said and done…I did a quick head count…and I had over eleven roosters here AGAIN!…..

I’m going to have to have a talk with that newbie farmer down the road…..

…..this just isn’t cool…..