Comments on: Maui has a wild chicken and rooster problem of it’s own. http://roostertrap.com/blog/2009/02/13/maui-has-a-wild-chicken-and-rooster-problem-of-its-own/ Because sleeping is important!!! Mon, 13 Jun 2011 20:48:44 -0700 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Joelle http://roostertrap.com/blog/2009/02/13/maui-has-a-wild-chicken-and-rooster-problem-of-its-own/comment-page-1/#comment-6 Joelle Mon, 16 Feb 2009 03:26:47 +0000 http://roostertrap.com/blog/?p=16#comment-6 Hey! Here's my crazy chicken story. That ridiculous lone chicken at my house caused me problems last night. Yes, I have a "chicken problem." Some time after 3 AM this morning, just as I was sliding into blissful rest after staying up to an unearthly hour finishing my Interviewing project, I heard a strangled cry. I recognized it was our rooster and mused sadly through my haze of sleep, "I wonder if something just caught him. I hope it didn't hurt too badly." Then I felt relief. "Finally," I thought, "He won't bother me anymore with his awful crowing." Then I heard another squawk. And another. They picked up length and volume. Soon I realized that he was actually crowing, not dying. He seemed to move closer to my window and crowed at odd intervals standing a few yards away, right outside, as is his custom. My drowsy thoughts quickly changed. I may in fact have prayed something along the lines of, "Dear God, please smite the chicken!" Despite my lifelong vegetarianism, I was getting in the mood for some chicken nuggets! Some time around 4 AM he either lost his gusto or I finally lost consciousness despite the noise. All I know is that I woke up to my obnoxious alarm clock after far too few hours of sleep. Good luck with your own rooster and chicken problem! Hey! Here’s my crazy chicken story.
That ridiculous lone chicken at my house caused me problems last night. Yes, I have a “chicken problem.” Some time after 3 AM this morning, just as I was sliding into blissful rest after staying up to an unearthly hour finishing my Interviewing project, I heard a strangled cry. I recognized it was our rooster and mused sadly through my haze of sleep, “I wonder if something just caught him. I hope it didn’t hurt too badly.” Then I felt relief. “Finally,” I thought, “He won’t bother me anymore with his awful crowing.”
Then I heard another squawk. And another. They picked up length and volume. Soon I realized that he was actually crowing, not dying. He seemed to move closer to my window and crowed at odd intervals standing a few yards away, right outside, as is his custom. My drowsy thoughts quickly changed. I may in fact have prayed something along the lines of, “Dear God, please smite the chicken!” Despite my lifelong vegetarianism, I was getting in the mood for some chicken nuggets! Some time around 4 AM he either lost his gusto or I finally lost consciousness despite the noise. All I know is that I woke up to my obnoxious alarm clock after far too few hours of sleep.

Good luck with your own rooster and chicken problem!

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