When I asked Fidelio, my Don from CBT, why roosters
qui-quiri-qui’d, he told me it was un
impuesto de Dios, a tax to God.
Whether or not he actually believed that or not, I thought it was a very
interesting response. Nothing logical,
no “oh they do that once their mature, or when they see a particular gallina that they like.” Instead just a simple explanation, just a tax
to God. Well, being a good capitalistic
American I will do everything in my power to circumvent this tax. Luckily it is only a matter of using my
earplugs.
The two roosters brothers outside my house not only hate
each other, but crow ruthlessly and endlessly starting at 4:30 am
approximately. I’m talking crow after
crow after crow for probably an hour.
Should be interesting since I can’t normally sleep if I can even hear a
ticking clock.
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