Monday, October 4, 2010

Pete's Promise

Yes, this a new post about Perennial Pete. If you are new around here and want to read more about Pete then just type the word "Pete" into the search over on the right side of my blog and you can read all about our adventures.

A couple weeks ago, Ace rang his "go outside bell" before my alarm went off.
The Hubby elbowed me awake.
He mumbled "Ace is ringing the bell"
and I automatically stumble out of bed.

There are two reasons The Hubby can get away with this.
One, because I don't hear anything when I sleep so he has to elbow me
and two, because I'm too confused when I first wake up to argue "it's you're turn".

Anyhoo, I noticed the sun was just beginning to rise when I opened the front door for Ace.
The sky was a pretty hue of oranges.
I was appreciating this through my one open eye and with my forehead plastered to the little window next to my front door while I waited for Ace to do his doo-doo.

As he trotted back up the sidewalk towards me, I opened the front door
that's when I heard it.
It was a rooster crowing.

Ace walked past me while I shook the sleepiness out of my head.
I was sure I must be hearing things.
I waited a few minutes but didn't hear anything else.

Figuring I was just sleepy or maybe loosing my mind, I went back to bed.

A couple of days later the same scene played out.
Bell, elbow, muttering, stumbling, doo-doo, door, rooster crowing.
But this time that old rooster crowed a few more times.
And I smiled.
It's always a good thing when you realize you're not crazy.

So later that day as I was driving out of the neighborhood, I looked over at Pete's property.
And there it was, just as Pete had threatened or promised or prophesied.

A chicken coop.
And a bunch of chickens running around his yard.

It's not a giant chicken coop (like the neighbor said he planned to build) and his property is fenced so I don't see anything wrong with some chickens.

I will admit, I'm a little scared of chickens.
The Hubby and I have friends, who used to have chickens.
This couple told us some stories of their crazy and aggressive rooster.
They were even afraid of their rooster who would chase them around (even on the lawn mower).

So I blame Dave and Juliane for my fear of chickens. :)

So imagine my surprise the other day when I found chickens wandering down the road towards my house.
Thank goodness I was in my car.
With the twins.
Because I had to resist the urge to run them over.
I didn't want to scar the twins.
And make them afraid of chickens for the rest of their lives.

And besides, I'm kinda enjoying that rooster crowing every morning.


Brian Miller said...

ha. when we lived in FL we had a rooster that would walk over and crow in our window...i think the farmer trained him...smiles. good job not scarring the kids...smiles.

blueviolet said...

As long as you were in the car and they were out of the car...I figure it was ok.

otin said...

Why did the chicken cross the road? To brutally attack Tori, of course!! LMAO!!

Kathy@ Gone North said...

Well, I personally Love the sound of a rooster crowing... that happens at our up north place... BUT the dog rings a bell??? That is more amazing... : )

From Tracie said...

ROFL at otin up there! That is awesome!

I think it would be kind of cool to have a rooster crow in the morning. Like something out of a book (clearly I did not grow up in the country!) but only if he is a "sleep-in" rooster.

ace rings a bell?? That dog amazes me.