and now the rooster is gone

Sunday morning was the last straw for my hubby; Rodney the 3rd was tossed over our boundary fence into our landlord’s yard, at about 4am, after his crowing, or cock-a-doodle-doing since 2am that morning. It had finally just gotten too much for my hubby, and I for one am so relieved!

He was never our rooster, and he is very lucky for that, for if he was our rooster, he would have most definitely ended up as Sunday lunch 😉

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