Bruce is not the only rooster who crows or comes into our yard. I don’t know how many there are or why they crow. Perhaps they are boasting about planting seed in their harem of hens. I know they don’t get returning to standard after six months of daylight. But still. That accounts for only one hour difference. Not five or seven. Half past midnight I hear the annoying cock-a-doodle and can’t figure out why. It’s raining. Is Bruce complaining because his feathers are wet? Dude. Take a chill pill and find some shelter. Don’t just stand in it and complain your lack of understanding why there is moisture falling on you. I can’t sleep with your built in alarm.
I got up to relieve myself and checked
the clock before I returned to bed. That
is how know it was half past midnight.
When Bruce finally stopped complaining or boasting or whatever it was he
was crowing about, I could hear Bonnie snoring loudly in the hall. She used to sleep in Jenna’s room. Jenna had even built a temporary door that
Bonnie could use to freely come and go without upsetting Jenna’s privacy too
much.
Jenna
always ends up on the couch. Even before
we started watching Bonnie. Bonnie has
camped outside mine and Roland’s door for the last two weeks. Her snore is quite loud.
Roland generally does not snore unless
he has a cold – which he has had for almost three weeks now. Not a terrible cold.
Enter-the-night-when-first-lie-down-to-phlegm-filled-mornings kind of
cold. But eventually clears until it’s
time for bed again. I told him he could take care of the drainage
by sitting up, but he claims he can’t sleep that way. Sure he can.
I’ve seen him sleeping while planted in front of the TV. I have also seen him nod off at church. Pews are not made of comfortable sleeping material.
I don’t know that Roland’s snore is
louder than Bonnie’s but he is closer so it seems like it is. I can’t complain because in this marriage
Roland rarely snores. I have been the
guilty party. But everyone agrees that
Bonnie has a louder snore. She evidently
also gives off a stench that I am grateful that I cannot smell.
Back to Bruce who still brings his
harem and turkey friend into our yard hoping to get a quick fix of whatever
Roland and Jenna should throw their way. They used to run from us whenever we
would walk in their direction – though none of them have ever been the target
of what we’re after. Now they’ve gotten
gutsy walking up to our porch as if it is their personal domain. Jenna has captured several pictures of the
fowl invaders.
The rain has not kept them away. And it has rained a lot. Right this very minute the sun is peaking
through. There are birds in our yard but
not as many as in our neighbor’s yard.
They even come out in the rain and approach the porch when they hear
someone coming. Perhaps Bruce 1, 2 and 3
aren’t crowing about the elements at all.
Perhaps they are beggars saying,
