Tonight I learned from my neighbor, Sherry, that the family with the urban rooster moved out last month. They bought a farm out east where they can have a whole barn full of roosters. I wonder if their little late-sleeper will start rising at 5 a.m. now that he’s a real farm animal? There’s no way the other barnyard animals will put up with a groggy cock with an 11 a.m. wake up call.
On the upside: I learned that the people across the street have a goose. I’ve heard it honking before, but I just assumed it was their newborn baby.