There's a rooster that crows every morning somewhere close to my apartment. It's cool that people keep farm animals in my neighborhood, but this bastard doesn't adhere to any sort of schedule. Sometimes, he starts cock-a-doodling at the break of dawn; sometimes, he's hollering across the area at the gray of dawn. Sometimes, just sometimes, he's loudly clucking in the middle of the afternoon. No consistency. Mostly, I think the infernal creature wants to start shit, and he's calling out to would-be adversaries. The pic above relates to how I imagine the rooster taunts. Granted, this might not totally represent reality.