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So there I was, watching MI-5, knittin' a sock, mindin' my own business, when I hear something that sounds very odd indeed on the soundtrack. Then the music stopped, and I still heard it... So I switched off the sound entirely, and it was still there. It sounded like "chook chook chook..." No. It couldn't be.. could it? Here in Lawrence? "Buh-KAWK!" Holy shit, it is.

"Honey! Come down here for a second!"

"What?" He comes halfway down the stairs.

"There's a chicken in the driveway."

"A what?"

"There's a chicken in the driveway."

"No way."

(from the driveway)

"chook chook chook chook buh-KAWK!"

"Holy shit, there's a chicken in the driveway!"

"You go outside and keep it from going into the street, honey, and I'll call the cops."

So Wolfie went out the front door, and I grabbed the flashlight and cellphone and went out the back, and sure enough, there was a great big beautiful rooster sitting on the neighbor's basement sill. I called the cops, and they weren't sure what they could do, because Animal Control wasn't on duty (when the hell are they on duty? Skunks in the basement and escaped snakes and chickens wait for no one, people!), but they'd send over a cruiser.

Luckily, someone showed up fairly quickly, and not only that, was experienced in handling birds -- he trains hawks. He managed to catch the rooster and put him in this cardboard pet carrier that we had, and promised us that he'd see that it got to Nevins Farm (the MSPCA livestock shelter over in Methuen, who were also closed).

I never thought I'd be running around our little shared driveway after dark chasing a stray rooster. Did I mention that I had to grab our cat, Max, and put him inside, for fear that he'd try to catch the rooster and get his ass handed to him? Max is big (hence the name), but this bird was twice his size!

*shakes head* One thing I can say for my life... it's never boring.

i feel: cold cold

4 trips or shoot the rapids
skorzy From: skorzy Date: November 3rd, 2003 07:05 am (UTC) (base camp)
Just imagine downtown Boston.. now, replace all the Pigeons with chickens..

Now you know why I'm snickering. :)
cellio From: cellio Date: November 3rd, 2003 07:56 am (UTC) (base camp)

A friend of mine rented part of a house from people who were keeping young chickens in the backyard -- in Pittsburgh. It was pretty strange, and eventually the city told them that they didn't care if the law about max number of pets only specified cats and dogs; they were getting rid of the chickens...
kitchenwitch From: kitchenwitch Date: November 3rd, 2003 05:27 pm (UTC) (base camp)
In the city where I live, we can have up to three chickens. I didn't know this until I happened to look out the front window and see a chicken in the middle of the road. I did a double take, it was still there, so I asked the husband and the friend who was around if THEY saw the chicken. I swore I was hallucinating. We found out from the guy at the end of the block that he's always chasing his neighbors' chickens out of his yard; this was one of those, escaped again!

Crazy chickens.
tashabear From: tashabear Date: November 4th, 2003 01:17 am (UTC) (base camp)
I was just afraid it was a trained fighting cock, but seeing as how it ran from us instead of getting aggressive, I decided not to be worried about it. However, I still don't like chickens that aren't dead, grilled, and on my sandwich.
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