We have new neighbors. 

Two legged, but not people. 

The people will move in soon. But ... their pets are already here. And they aren't dogs, cats, parrots or fish.

Roosters, four of them, in gorgeous colors. And hens, two, I think, rather plain in basic tan and basic white.


The man obviously loves and cares for these birds. He trims them, feeds them, and actually pets them as though they were a cat or dog. He's building a large new cage for them in the backyard.

I don't know if they have names. But I do know they are time impaired. To them, the official wake up crow may come at 4:30 a.m. or 4:30 p.m. or any other hour. It's 3:07 p.m. right now and one is our there cockadoodledooing. Dawn, too, of course, but that's just one of the cockadoodledoos and they choose the hour.

The roosters in San Pancho talk to each other. You'll hear the neighbor's "cockadoodledoo" and then, in the distance, a reply from some unknown rooster here in the pueblo. Then another and another and another. A relay of cockadoodledoos.

Or attempts at cockadoodledoo. At least one of our neighbors gives out just a "cockadoodle" ... no doo. And another, who must have a speech impairment, goes "cwockaduddledoo." Sometimes, just "cwock."

I wonder how you say cockadoodledoo in Spanish. If I find out, and if I get their names, I'll let you know. 

Bet none have a name like Flying Shoe like one of my grandson's hens!

And, did you know that, in German, "Hahn" means "rooster!" Glad it's not "Vaca (cow)!"

Note: As promised, in the third to last paragraph above, I now know how to say cockadoodledoo in Spanish. A reader tells me that cockadoodledoo is kikiriki in Spanish. Trust me, these birds are not saying kikiriki!

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