I’m sitting here on a rainy Monday morning listening to music of a rare kind. There is no real rhythm, or tune. The only beat comes from the dripping of the eaves onto the various bowls, buckets, and wooden items below, and it has no pattern you can follow. The horn section is filled with the unique voices of 7 different roosters crowing at separate intervals, and from various directions, punctuated by the occasional fluttering, and squawks from a chicken being pursued by a rooster or 2. (Four are in cages, bound for the auction) There is an occasional flutter, and tweet from the family of starlings nesting in the air conditioner. From out back comes the occasional blat of a goat, and on the front porch is the incessant “Mah-rooooow” of a cat that wants in….
NO WONDER I was up half an hour early!