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It's about 6:15. Know how I know? Because my roosters went off. Ok, it's 6:17 and they started going off at 6:10 but still!! That's pretty d--- accurate considering we're talking about poultry here. I mean, how do they know when to start? Is it because the sun is rising? And if so, what's so special about the sun that they crow at it and not other things, like, the moon for instance?
I have learned a lesson from the roosters in spite of myself: Everyone needs a little absurdity sometimes. It keeps us from thinking we're in control. Like, just when we think we're got everything figured out, God goes "Have some ROOSTERS!!!" And I'm like, "What????!!!!!????"
So maybe I should be aware of the fact that I'm not in control.
And maybe also, the roosters are in my trees because they just are. They're pretty cool in and of themselves. I can tell my step-mom really likes them. She gets excited when they make noises and she was all happy yesterday when she heard them in the morning b/c she thought they would leave. She's named them Sadie McCluckens and Cousin Earl from the alter-identities of Mr. Bawkbegawk on the Brak Show. Did I say that already? Anyways, I know she likes them. But she keeps saying that she can't wait till they leave and that someone should chase them off, pick them up, etc. Because she thinks they're redneck. Yeah, they totally are, but I don't care. I mean, this is a once-in-a-lifetime, crazy-ass experience and I'm loving every minute of it.
Go tree-chickens!!
I must be losing my mind...
I have learned a lesson from the roosters in spite of myself: Everyone needs a little absurdity sometimes. It keeps us from thinking we're in control. Like, just when we think we're got everything figured out, God goes "Have some ROOSTERS!!!" And I'm like, "What????!!!!!????"
So maybe I should be aware of the fact that I'm not in control.
And maybe also, the roosters are in my trees because they just are. They're pretty cool in and of themselves. I can tell my step-mom really likes them. She gets excited when they make noises and she was all happy yesterday when she heard them in the morning b/c she thought they would leave. She's named them Sadie McCluckens and Cousin Earl from the alter-identities of Mr. Bawkbegawk on the Brak Show. Did I say that already? Anyways, I know she likes them. But she keeps saying that she can't wait till they leave and that someone should chase them off, pick them up, etc. Because she thinks they're redneck. Yeah, they totally are, but I don't care. I mean, this is a once-in-a-lifetime, crazy-ass experience and I'm loving every minute of it.
Go tree-chickens!!
I must be losing my mind...