Wednesday, October 4
Opposite our bedroom window there is a garden. A vegetable garden complete with a scarecrow, that is tenderly cared for by a man who spends every afternoon there, weeding and pruning. He arrives, switches on his tinny radio and happily gardens away, occasionally stopping to lean on his spade and chat with the Lady-in -the-house-below, out on her balcony.
But, this man doesn't live near his garden, his house is further downtown, nestled in a quiet woddy corner. It is possible that he doesn't realise the torture that he has inflicted on us residents, opposite his garden.
For he has bought a rooster.
A clever rooster that pronounces cock-a-doodle-doo perfectly.
In a VERY LOUD VOICE.
Approximately 3 metres away from my bedroom window.
Starting at about 4.30am, then 5am, then 5.30am, then 6...you get the idea.
Even Skye, after the initial excitement of seeing a real live rooster outside her bedroom window, now groans when she hears it and replies, “cock-a-doodle-don't!”
I am convinced, that even though the creature is within throttling distance, it is actually a prize winning bird with the loudest crow in the world. If I had a gun, I would shoot it without hesitation (sleep deprivation, you understand). While the man-with-the-garden is happily snoring away downtown, in our house we are all lying wide-eyed, tensely praying that the scraggly bird that averages 6 cock-a-doodles every half hour, will finally shut up.
This morning Carlo and I flung open the bedroom windows to see if we could find the damm bird and knock it out with a saucepan or something. But the horrid creature hid behind a tree and crowed so hard that we were flung back onto the bed by the force of it.
I could , I suppose, confront the man-with-the-garden and ask him nicely to find a new home for the rooster. I could ask him if he would spend the night in the spare bedroom so that he could experience it for himself. But what if he said no? This war is between me and the rooster.
How long, do you think it would take me to learn to use a catapult?
at 11:02 AM