Chickens and roosters, oh my!

I’m getting up quite early these mornings, while it’s still dark out.

No, it’s not about Daylight Saving Time. It’s because there is a rooster in the neighborhood! And it start crowing about 5 am every day!

I’m not sure where it’s coming from, we live on a small cul-de-sac, so it shouldn’t be hard to find. I asked Ray, our UPS guy to call me if he sees it in his travels.

In Miami, there are chickens and roosters all over the place. I have a friend who calls us the land of peacocks and palm trees, because there are a lot of those, too. But the chickens and roosters are the worst.

I’ve seen chickens crossing busy highways, I know, there’s a joke in there somewhere and I’ve heard roosters over the years. Key West is known for them.

Years ago, when I lived in Coral Gables, there were chickens across the street. And I don’t mean at someone’s house, I mean they were just random on the street.

A few months back, there were chickens in the Publix parking lot. We would have to drive around them in order to avoid running them over.

The peacocks are welcome, by me anyway. A few years ago, a bunch of newspapers across the country misquoted me about the peacocks, making it look as if I didn’t like them, and people were not happy with me around here. But it was a misquote and I love them. The chickens and roosters, not so much.

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