My alarm clock is dead. Our old trusty red rooster passed away sometime Sunday. We have never gone a day without a gallo. Living in the country is a lot of fun. No city noises.
Bird song. Starry nights. Fresh air. No need for alarm clocks.
Rudy would crow at Midnight and around 4:30 am. If he heard another gallo crowing he would respond. Sometimes it was a challenge-type crow.
We will have to get a new rooster. The place is not the same without our old alarm cluck. Alarm Crow. Alarm Rooster.
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