Rooster say whaaat?
I woke up really early today, 6:30 early. A tad bit on the early side for me, although it feels reinvigorating to get up and welcome the beautiful sun rising.
Even though I had my earplugs in, yes I know silly because is quite quiet here, all except for the early morning rooster calls. Every morning you can hear the rooster(s)! cock-a-doodle-doin’. Today it sounded like they cockadoodled, “heidi.” Just kidding.
Today they were extra cock-a-doodle doin’ and I woke up at 6:30. It is as common as moto bikes and cars on the road to see chickens crossing the roads, roaming the streets, back alley ways, front and back yards and you can always find them in my and my neighbors yards cruising about looking for food. Yesterday I was doing my laundry and I looked over to see a couple chickens and chicks squatting near on the trash pile, just chilling out. There used to be a time when I thought little chickies were adorable, but when you see these ones everyday and see what they eat – um yah, not so cute.
Last week I went to go buy a live chicken, -YES, live chicken - a story/adventure that I will tell you about later. When I stepped up the cage, not counter, they asked me if I wanted a bush chicken or a town chicken. I must have looked like a dear in the headlights, although like back home “free-range came into my head, and I said ‘bush.’ Wise choice. I have seen what goes in these Chickens and I know what stays in their bodies, and I have seen what they all do when they hit the town.
Hellll –NO we won’t go.
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