Thursday, September 15, 2005

More Neighborhood Shenanigans

This morning, right down the street from the house with the "no overlay" sign in its front yard--that sign sits there like some vestigial tail, since we don't live in Sylvan Park--and from the big new quasi-medieval apartments where the dog likes to shit, we heard a rooster. "Craw-caw-coo." The dog and I both stopped, looked down the street, looked at each other, and shook our heads. We started walking again. "Craw-caw-coo." There was no mistaking that noise. It's definitely a rooster. Our neighborhood is so awesome--friendly people, lots of birds, a big brown fox, some stars at night, and now a rooster--and all right in the heart of the city. Could it get any better? I mean, other than handy access to the fruits of the hobo still.

5 Comments:

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9/15/2005 09:53:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ok am idiot. Apologies for previous post. What I meant to say is, Aunt B, what an idyllic place you live in! I always bitch about where I live, but secretly I love it!

9/15/2005 09:55:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The Mexicans next door have been raising roosters. It isn't that idyllic when those little fuckers go off all damn day. Try sitting in the backyard and enjoying a good book, an adult beverage and solar radiation with that cacophony in the background. Whatever it is, it ain't idyllic.

9/15/2005 11:40:00 AM  
Blogger Peggasus said...

'Craw-caw-coo?'

Is that what Southern roosters say?

Y'all.

Also, I am impressed that your dog shook her head after looking quizically at you. She's a smart one, that Mrs. Wigglebottom!

9/15/2005 12:17:00 PM  
Blogger Aunt B said...

Well, Peg, that's why we didn't recognize it as a rooster immediately. We were both raised in the land of cock-a-doodle-doo. But I think it's obvious by now that Mrs. Wigglebottom is indeed the smarter of the two of us.

9/15/2005 05:09:00 PM  

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