I can remember the first time I heard him cock-a-doodle-do! It was about 3 o’clock in the morning! I asked Emory, “What is the deal with the rooster?” “Why is he already cock-a-doodle-doing?” I mean didn’t he know it was 3:00 a.m.? Emory responded by telling me for the last few years there had been a neighbor that went to work about 3:00 a.m. every morning. He had one of those trucks that made that “backing up” warning noise, so the rooster assumed everyone should wake up! I don’t know how long it took me to get used to that rooster. I think it’s safe to say months…… I probably should also remark that the neighbor had quit driving the truck about a year or so ago before my first experience with my now much-loved animal. I suppose he didn’t get the memo about the guy quitting.
I can safely say that I no longer hear him at 3:00 am every morning (that sensory adaption thing) unless I’m having one of those sleepless nights. But like clockwork, he comes around to my bedroom window about 7:00 a.m. every morning to let me know it is time to get up. I have no idea how he knows that’s my window but he never misses a morning! Thanks Mr. Rooster. I especially want to thank you on Saturday mornings.
I came home today and as I sat on our porch watching the sun go down, Emory and I began chatting about our rooster. I asked if he knew how long our rooster would live. He wasn’t sure, so I relied on my trusty Google. Some sites said five to seven years while another said a yard rooster could live twenty years. Our rooster is about five years old now so either it’s any day now or fifteen years from now. We spoke about how we hoped he would live until he was twenty and where we would bury him if he died before then. Yes, a proper burial is what he deserves. He works hard all day long taking care of his hen and it only seems proper to honor him when the time comes.
It has been almost three years now since my first experience with my friend, and oh how my thoughts have changed about him! Bizarre as it may seem, he has taught me some things about life. His unfailing ways have shown me what it means to take care of someone. We only have one hen, but he unquestionably performs his manly responsibilities for her. I watch him find a bug in our yard (yes, they run loose everywhere) and he begins to make this very specific cackling noise and she takes off running towards him. It is actually quite comical to watch and as many times as I have watched her, I still laugh every single time. Does he eat the bug himself? No. He offers it to her. Over and over again I watch him continually meeting her needs. Incredible what one of God’s animals will do for his mate. No one has to tell him to treat her well; he just knows he should do it. She doesn’t have to cry, beg or be manipulated into doing something for him. He takes cares of her because innately he knows it’s his job.
By watching that rooster, I am constantly reminded of how people should really treat one another. If we all focused on the needs of others and not ourselves, we may find happier people with better lives.