Well, one of my blogging pals, Twinville, from Laughing Orca Ranch keeps asking. She's really very nice about it, but she's persistent. In a number of comments to me, she has repeatedly inquired about the rooster situation here at Critter Farm.
It seems she actually remembers one of my much earlier posts where I stated that a NO ROOSTER promise had been made prior to me getting our chickens back in March. That NO ROOSTER promise was originally extracted from me because my husband is very sensitive about his sleep. He just knew, despite never having had one before, that owning a rooster would mean bad news for any hope of him ever sleeping past dawn again.
Until now, though, I haven't been ready to respond to Twinville's queries, mostly because the two proprietors of Critter Farm have been trying to "work out" the, um, situation.
Let me just say - in my defense - that this NO ROOSTER promise was made before I ever knew just how cool roosters really were. And, more to the point, said promise was made before that generic idea of a rooster became who we know today as Roopert:
In my heart of hearts, I actually hoped and believed that once Jim had spent time with the chickens that he would fall in love with ALL of the chickens, like I had. This love would allow him to overlook the small aspect of Roopert's (and occasionally Pip's) crowing. It helped my cause that, in the beginning, the crowing was very cute. It was even cuter that Roopert seemed to be on a 10:00am and 6:00pm crowing schedule. "This can work", I kept saying to myself.
Alas, this is no more. Roopert is now a 5:15am on the button rooster. And this really upsets Jim.
So I sweetly ran out and bought my guy a box of these:
but he says they hurt his ears.
Ever anxious to please, I rushed back out and obtained a package of these:
You'll notice that this box hasn't even been opened. Jim made it clear shortly after I brought these home that this really wasn't the solution he was looking for.
So, here's where Roopert has spent the last couple of nights:
This crate is in our lower garage, a separate building from our house, and a good 100 feet from our bedroom.
This hasn't stopped Roopert from crowing:
but it does make him a bit cranky the next day.
Better him than my husband, though. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.