Thursday, April 7, 2011

Mysterious Parisian livestock

This morning I woke up, got dressed to go for a run with Tabitha, and leaned out the window while drinking my tea, enjoying the morning sun and the birds chirping and the newly greened trees...and then I heard a rooster crowing.  A rooster?  I paused, waiting.  Come back, rooster, I thought.  But it didn't.  I felt a little betrayed, either by the rooster (because I know from experience that they don't just crow at dawn, they crow all the damn time, so for this one to crow only once is a direct taunt and I'm insulted) or by my sanity.  I know I heard it.  I know I did.

Where are you, rooster, and wtf are you doing in Paris?

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