The vuvuzelas have gone silent,
But still he yells and squawks …
At all hours of the day and night.
But then …
One morning, I sat – at dawn – and listened to the Imam at the nearby mosque chanting the morning call to prayer.
And it struck me:
No rooster noise.
Oh, how I worried.
All was well, he woke at midday.
I guess I’ll miss him when he’s gone.
I believe it’s possible for roosters to live for upwards of thirty years.
Photograph by my neighbour Hedwig Barry