Heh. I can see the humor in the situation, even if it's kind of an annoying situation. I remember the first time I saw the damn thing. I was in the kitchen without my glasses on, looked out the window and was like, "WTF, am I blinder than usual or is that a goddamn ROOSTER in our front yard?" Went and got my glasses and, sure enough, rooster.

I'm pretty sure a recycling bin would leave me with a rotisserie mess -- unplucked, even. Yuck. I'm hesitant to trap it in the garage because, ew. Mess. Chicken poo everywhere.

Honestly. On what friggin' planet is it a good idea to keep a rooster for a pet? This isn't Charlotte's Web, guys.