Meet Mr. Doodle, Crower extraordinaire.
Last evening, when Eric got home from work, he went over to our neighbor's house - the one with the rooster. The rooster was tethered to the old swing set in the yard. He was super friendly, much easier to handle then one of our young hens (who put up quite a fuss when we attempt to catch them) and turned out to have several years under his belt...err...feathers (you can tell their age by their spurs). Apparently the guy who brought him home found him wandering around....somewhere...(we still aren't clear on this part of the story - perhaps lost in translation?) and hasn't had any real food for him this whole time (he probably wasn't starving with the grass, but was most likely used to a heavier grain based diet).
Eric talked with them for a while, offered to help find a new owner out in the country, and then brought them over to check out our birds and give them some food for their poor lost country soul of a rooster.
Today, Javier (the same boy who came over yesterday) returned with the food, saying that his dad had already found a home for Mr. Doodle somewhere out in Indiana. I asked if Mr. Doodle had already left, to which he replied yes.
[insert sigh of relief here]
Peace reigned.
The birds chirp, the cicadas hum, planes soar overhead, flies buzz, cars drive by, the ducks peep (yes, they peep), chickens cluck and chirrup, and in the distance a rooster crows.
...wait....
...and again.
Maybe the hunt isn't quite over yet...
Also, in case you're wondering, Chicago folks are ga-ga about backyard chickens. They have all these special online forums for city chicken raisers and there is even a special once a year Windy City Coop Tour every September! Watch out - our coop just might be on the list this fall.
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