These chickens would cock their doodle do's pretty much at any time. One rainy morning, these two roosters decided they would both greet the morning under the shelter of the eaves directly outside our room. We kept waiting, more like hoping for them to move on or "God as my witness, I will go to church every week if they just shut up now" but of course that didn't happen and I got out of bed and started rattling a coat hanger against the window, "Move on chickens," I shouted, "Move on," but by then I was awake and thousands of years of chicken mind had defeated man again.
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