Save the rooster!

The total onslaught against the early morning call of the rooster is outrageous. I inherited my chickens from my late father. I love my chickens and they are a constant reminder of him. Yes, the rooster crows in the morning, but it is far less intrusive than the continuous barking of dogs and passing trucks. My chicken family live in the “Hilton” of chicken coops; clean, secure, and pose no human threat. We are all truly  happy! My chickens provide the household with organic eggs year-round and organic fertiliser for the vegetable garden. I suspect that when Armageddon comes (as early as this December…) that the  complainant, “Chicken Soup”, will be the first one knocking on my door when supplies run out. Be warned that I shall guard my eggs and vegetables with my life!

By the way, in my case I have only one rooster friend, perhaps such a self-imposed limitation by other chicken lovers may be the answer for the complainant. If we take “Chicken Soup”'s argument to its logical conclusion, then we shall be forced to round up all the Ha-di-das, the continuously barking, yapping dogs, and of course the noisy students together with their ghetto blasters and ship them out of town to a competing “noise farm” alongside the N2 highway. The last rooster “Chicken Soup” forced out of town to this farm died of loneliness – shame on you – and you show no compassion or love for such a heart-broken bird and its owners, banished to its death. Quite frankly, I think the municipality has enough on their hands than to worry about some “fowl affair” as suggested, notwithstanding continuously recurring potholes in which a dozen roosters could happily and safely reside, right under our very noses!

Raunchy Rooster