You open your front door and find roosters on your porch. Yep, roosters. Five of 'em. They looked something like this:
(They had migrated down the driveway by the time I got my camera and deleted pictures from my full memory card.--Sign of a true photographer, always ready to catch the spontaneous shot. I'll have to work on my hobby. And my procrastination skills. Uploading pictures has been on my To-Do List for months.)
But I digress...
I was happily taking shots when, out of nowhere, the pesky cat approached. The Pest has been annoying me for the last month and a half. He seems to have taken a shining to the new car. And I frequently find him sitting on the roof, or proof of his recent presence. He pounced, the roosters flipped a shit, they all rolled around in the shrubbery for a bit and then a fat, juicy rooster came flying out five feet from me. I squealed. (I'm sorry! I was startled. It was quite the squawking, feathery ruckus.) Then I berated myself for not having caught it on camera or video, cause it really was quite amusing. The cat scuttled away and the roosters continued meandering down the driveway.
Until they realized we weren't going way, got a bit annoyed at the clicking of my camera and started to assemble a charge. The cat returned. (One small point in his favor). The roosters retreated to their trenches. And I found a fresh, muddy set of paw prints up the windshield and across the roof. Mother F'er!
So I walked over and gave the roosters a pep talk. Stop hunkering in the ditch! Man up! Kill the cat!
Rooster's Formulating their Plan of Attack
And then the roosters rolled their eyes and left. I guess they didn't understand my passion.
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