Our young rooster must be feeling pretty comfortable in his new digs. He got the granddog all riled up this morning with his crowing.
I was getting ready to dash off to yoga class. Grayson, the granddog, was relaxing in the family room. All of a sudden, he jumped up. The hair on his back was standing on end. He growled. He went to the back door, itching to get out. I opened the door. Then I heard it. A weird, loud sound ... a short, bleating, bawling sound. I was afraid it might be a fawn separated from its mother. I told the dog to "wait" while I put on my shoes.
The sound was coming from the barn area. We slowly made our way in that direction. I stopped and listened again. Strange! Then one more time ... and I heard the distinctive cadence of a rooster's "cock a doodle doo". He has declared, "I am the boss!"
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