At 1:30 am the rooster began to crow. The sun was nowhere in sight. I resent anyone who says roosters begin to crow in the early morning. Even a dairy farmer doesn't consider 1:30 am to be early morning.
Both the rooster and I made it through the night, and the red rooster is to be butchered this afternoon. I can't say I'm unhappy.
I asked Genese if she'd be able to wash my clothes today. She said she wouldn't be able to because she had to wash the floors and then kill the rooster. When is the last time someone told you they were too busy, they had to kill a rooster?