August 24th, 2009
Several mornings of late, I’ve been sleeping and I have come to realize that I’m being roused by a rooster crowing somewhere outside my window. Yes, as Webster’s defines it, crowing: to make the loud shrill sound characteristic of a cock.
The first time, I thought, Do my ears deceive me? But it seemed no. I had heard of a rooster siting, but I had not believed. Once I ran out the door when I heard him, but he was not there. But on this morning, last Thursday, he was in good form, loudly shrilling. I was leaving for a little holiday up the coast, and he was waiting for me to have his picture taken.