This morning we were awakened early by the most sorrowful sounds. It was kind of weepy, crow-y, croon-y. We kept looking out the window for what it could be. The keeper woke up thinking she was back in Mexico. She told us that it was a rooster and he had either gotten himself a little lost he was being kept illegally in the neighborhood. We would like to see what he looks like because he sounds so strange.
We also found that, once more, the raccoon tried to drag our lounging pillow from the side yard under the deck. She didn't get far this time, but it was covered with mud. Last time she got it as far as the deck but it got stuck in the passageway and we reclaimed it.
The wisteria is out and it fills the whole yard with perfume.
We got to stay out for a whole hour while she went walking. We came inside and ate grilled chicken with her. She told us that the rooster is a chicken too. But we can still hear him. So he was not our meal.
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