When the six chickens first arrived to the farm last summer and took up residence in their coop, I thought that was that. And, for a few weeks, it was. They settled in, ate their way through buckets of crumble and compost, and soon began laying eggs in lovely shades of brown, blue, and green.
Then, an acquaintance suggested that my chickens would be happier if there was a rooster present; apparently this would increase their productivity, which would make me happier, too. While I was trying to work out the logic of all of this, he showed me a picture of the rooster he had in mind, which he would be more than pleased to drop off at the farm, free of charge. The rooster was handsome, and the word “free” had such a pleasant sound. Plus, wouldn’t our idyllic farm be all the more idyllic if it had a handsome rooster greeting each sunrise with his melodious crowing?
And so, Roscoe came to the farm the very next day.
The thing about Roscoe is that he begins his crowing at three in the morning – a non-stop crowing that is anything but melodious. As an insomniac, I usually begin to fall into a deep sleep just as Roscoe gets going. Which brings me to the other thing about Roscoe, which is that I think he does this deliberately. There is a certain gleam in his eyes when he sees me, a look of evil intent. I don’t know why I sense this, but I think Roscoe lurks around the farm plotting ways to do me in.
So, I thought I’d make the first move by asking around if anyone was interested in a handsome rooster of their own, an early riser who would keep any honest farmer to an honest early-to-rise schedule. Not having heard back from anyone after weeks of asking (some might have interpreted this as pleading, even whining), I placed an ad in Craigs List (under FREE stuff). No takers thus far, sadly, but I still have hope…especially at three in the morning.