No puns, please.

[wordinista]

For the past few weeks/months, we've had, for reasons I have yet to understand a rooster wandering around the neighborhood. 

We are not zoned for agriculture, so this is kind of not what you'd call normal.

But... nonetheless, a rooster.  A rooster.

We think he belongs (insofar as a rooster can "belong" to someone who does such a crap job of keeping it contained) to a house on the block, but aren't sure.  (WTF, rooster.)  So I called Animal Control today to see what can be done because (a) ROOSTER, (b) not zoned for livestock, (c) ROOSTER, and (d) avian flu paranoia, shut up.

Evidently they won't come out to catch the rooster (a shame, because I would pay to see that), but they will come out and collect it if it's already contained.  The girl I spoke with said that I could try luring it into my garage, or possibly tossing a recycling bin over it to keep it in one place, or some other similar Elmer Fudd-meets-Wile E. Coyote type trick.  Conversely, I could figure out the house to which said poultry belongs, and Animal Control can send a letter ascertaining whether the rooster belongs to them, and if it does, I can then have Code Enforcement go over and be all, "No fowl in the suburbs, yo."

I... don't want a rooster in my garage, man.  However, I'm pretty sure tossing a recycling bin over it in this heat might not be the best thing for the rooster.

Dude.  A rooster.  Just get your kids a hamster, for crying out loud.

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[worthtempting.livejournal.com]

If it makes you feel better, I tried to go to school one morning only to be thwarted by an enormous bull grazing on my front lawn. I got to stay home from school while the sheriff's department and the farmer he belonged to came and took him home.

(also, it should be noted that my first thought upon reading this was 'lol, wandering cock', which probably tells you how old I am ;;;)