I had been warned, but words cannot describe the feeling evoked when that first rooster sets in chain a call and response/Mexican wave of crowing outside my window. The ball firmly lodged in another’s side of the court a volley is set in place with a strangled deflating version which is somehow indicative of masculine, roosterly dominance. Yeah, bet all the honeys dig it. The cow apparently does, because it too is adding lusty vocals.
You may be wondering, where are the oversexed farmer’s sons -sons of the soil- Seth and Ruben?
Oh, another rooster, striking back with a telling blow. A double crow. The interloper from around the other side of the house must be on the ropes and reeling.
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