the rooster and me

Upper Moutere seems the perfect place for a rooster, January 2021, Sylvie GE

I live in a small town of around 50,000 inhabitants, it is small but but it is  a town nonetheless! And roosters are forbidden to live here: chickens, yes, but not roosters (I know because I went to check the regulations of the municipality)! However, for a few weeks now a rooster has been visiting the neighborhood. Our relationship didn’t start off on the right foot, when he came under my window. After checking with the municipality, I wondered for a few days what could cross the mind of the person who felt the need to get a rooster. Then it calmed down and I thought maybe the rooster was just visiting and had now returned home to the countryside (like in the photo). Then he came back and I found out it was a stray rooster, roaming around the neighborhood, which is why he doesn’t wake me up every day. I had all sorts of of thoughts that I’m ashamed of now, I started to find compelling the way  he screamed as soon as he catches  sight of the first light of day. I let myself be won over by his enthusiasm which remains intact, day after day, for the new day which begins. I even tried to write a haiku about that rooster (still working on it). Obviously, I will ask the municipality to relocate the intruder, but maybe not today. Maybe tomorrow, or next week.

7 réflexions sur « the rooster and me »

  1. Once I found in the patio two chickens walking rather as two velociraptors in the bushes. Quite common, almost mundane, and they seemed so surreal. I think you felt something similar; hopefully the story will end well for it in its survival against the municipality rules : )

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