Our New Best Friend

Here he is:...a few nights ago there was crowing in the empty field next to us.......about one am....then, the crowing came from the backyard......

It took me awhile to actually wake up and go outside to investigate. By now the rooster was in the hilton garden room......he hopped up and down and on each landing, he crowed......back in the bedroom, the cats were sitting up, at full alert, jumping every time he crowed...... it was very dark and overcast outside and there was a light chipichipi (rain) falling....ashes began meowing and cookies began growling.......bill slept through the whole thing......i closed our bedroom screen door and went back to bed, with a pillow over my head.

By daylight, the chipichipi had stopped, but the rooster still crowed......how could you sleep through all that racket last night, i asked bill...what racket, he said.....

Now, cookies began to investigate further, the rooster was in the yard, crowing and pecking, crowing and pecking......bill took a look and said.... good, we won't have to cook tonight...............but, cookies began to creep closer and closer to the rooster, and hunkered down his haunches.......i could see the rooster's legs were tied together and he wouldn't be able to fly away and cookies seemed to be ready for an attack.

Cookies wants to attack that rooster, i said to bill............who said, well, it does look like those are spurs on the backs of its legs, hmmm, maybe not a good idea...............so i grabbed the cat and bill started chasing the rooster toward the back fence and gate.........they ran together in circles, around the yard, bill flapping and waving his arms, the rooster flapping and waving his wings........after i got the cat inside, i tried spraying the rooster with water from the garden hose, which had no affect at all.........finally bill opened the gate to the street and after making a few full circles around the yard, he chased the rooster out into the road and closed the gate...... we watched through the gate windows as he clucked angrily, and hopped on up the road, the twine holding his little legs close together.......

Now, for several nights, he has been two or three yards over to the south, he has a very loud and distinctive crow, ......but he has no sense of time, he crows night and day......he has no manners.......

We certainly don't want him to come back over here......and we do not want cookies to try and catch him, the rooster would probably kill the cat....not good.....he has to be someone's prize hen connection or maybe he is a cock fighter in training.....he is very healthy and very colorful..............

Red, as I now refer to him is crowing up a storm as i write..........
Yet his noise seems to blend in with all the others........the parrot in someone's casa behind us who sings 'Hey, Jude', and the crows in the chayate tree, cawing and fighting constantly over the fruit, and the brown throated magpie blue jays who land in the trees and sway their beautiful dark blue tails while they screech to their babies to hurry, and the doves who coo softly from the top of the stable and the noisy chit chit of the tiny yellow birds that jump up and down on the floating branches of the palm trees....
last night I smelled a skunk very, very close by......
I got up and looked out into the yard. Again, like the night I saw Red, it was very overcast and there was a little tiny chipichipi..............there was alot of rustling noise out there, maybe it was the leaves falling from the plumeria trees......maybe it was just the wind dancing through the branches of the limon tree......or maybe it was a little family of skunks running in circles around the yard...........