I’ve often speculated about whether the hens throw him out of the coop around then, since he’s incapable of shutting up. I mean he does this every single morning but mostly I don’t care because most evenings I remember to close the big, relatively new window in the bathroom, which happens to be right next to the chicken yard.
Last night I forgot to close the window, and this morning I was forcibly reminded why you must never forget to do that.
It was like he was perched on the loft railing, crowing into my right ear. *sigh* I didn’t go out and murder him, because it wasn’t his fault. With the window closed, he’s tolerable.