Rooster Drama

I have had the most unbelievable experience this week. My neighbors, who are wonderful people, acquired a rooster. The son got it as a Mother's Day joke. Of course, all of us in the neighborhood learned of the "gift" at 4:30am the next morning--and each & every morning ever since. Surely, these fine folks would send this farm animal to a proper home...a farm.

That was May, this is August.

So last week, the demon fowl was in my yard, as he was every single day, and my child could not stay out and play. The rooster chased my child and had recently chased her & a friend, too. Picture a 3 week post-op from a total hysterectomy, blonde, 39 year old, in her nightgown and robe trying to "shoo" the thing back over the fence with a broom. It only flew half way up the fence. I, being a city girl from Miami, did not know if roosters could fly or not, so with it not going back over, I assumed not. So I called Animal Control to ask if they would help me get it back over the fence. Ok, so maybe I'm naive to some functions of government, but I did not realize they would cite my neighbors for having to deal with the rooster. All I wanted was to get it out of my yard.

So I profusely apologized, pleaded for them to hear me out, tried to explain that I wasn't trying to get them in trouble. To no avail.

Now we're not speaking. Friends and neighbors for almost 10 years not speaking over a FREAKING ROOSTER!!!!

Aren't there more important things in life to be upset about?