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Tuesday, December 18, 2007


Let's talk about roosters. I did not grow up on a farm. I did not grow up near a farm. In fact, what I know about farm animals comes from children's books and Sesame Street. But I believed that the ego-centric, macho birds crowed at dawn to wake everybody on the farm up.

Nope. Uh uh. It just ain't that way.

I still do not live on or near a farm. In fact, I live in a nice little barrio (neighborhood) with many embassies, guards, nicely paved roads. But one of our neighbors has a rooster. Barry thinks it is a fighting rooster. And he crows. A lot. Whenever he wants to.

Just thought I would let you know.


Anonymous said...

If you live in Rohrmoser, I think I've heard that little monster. Pollo frito anyone?

Paul said...

Enjoying your CR blog! I just moved my family back to Northern California from India... Nice to be home, but I rrrreeeaallly miss our overseas life!

Anonymous said...

Nice to hear from you again!!! I posted here because I couldn't post on today's post... but whatever: nice to know you are still alive all the way over there in Multiplaza land - see you!

Big Dave on Sports said...

Great CR blog...I will be visiting soon, although in a very touristy location...great to read local insight