Posted by: littlehouseonthebigisland | April 5, 2014

Rooster Frenzy

I am a night owl, not a morning person.  But it is 7:42 am, and already I tossed and turned in bed for a half hour and then, got dressed, and walked the dogs.

We have strategies to block out noise at night on Magic Mountain Farm, but there is only so much one can do, to manage Mother Nature. At a certain point in the evening, the point when the sound of koki frogs’ 80 decibel mating calls becomes too much, my husband closes all of the windows and goes out to hunt them.  When we go to bed, we turn on a clean air machine, ostensibly to filter out the vog, but also, to drowned out the frogs.  Then last night, we took the rare opportunity to dine out at our friends’ home in town.  We drove separately and in the parking lot at their condo, my husband took out the teenage rooster in its carrier, that he had put at the behest of a co-worker, in the back seat of his car, to take to our farm.

As I write this our dog Shep is barking at the top of his lungs.  Milo wants to do more battle but hrooster+vintage+image+graphicsfairy007e has had enough.  So he is giving her a good scolding and telling her in no uncertain terms to settle down.  They have been antsy all morning.  Earlier than usual.  And it is the young rooster who spent the night in dog pen, that I am blaming.  And my husband.

We have two chicken pens.  One below has three stout Amazon hens.  The other houses a slim, wild mama and her five surviving chicks.  The dog pen is tucked in-between.  The new rooster, who my husband has named “Rooster,” has been crowing since daybreak.  A big rooster stud who has been pursuing mama up above, has been crowing back.  All the Amazons are in a dither.  Milo and Shep have been barking their two cents and having wrestling matches in the living room since the hubbub began.  And there has been a fundraiser going on, on the radio, which went off at 6:30, because that’s when it is set for on weekdays, for my husband to wake up and go to work.

So unable to take anymore, of the thoughts in my head, the fundraising, or the wild and domesticated animal kingdoms, I got up and took the dogs, for a walk.  And as I wrote the last sentence, the roosters have stopped, and Milo and Shep are lying, tuckered out on the rug while my oblivious husband continues to saw wood in his dreams in our bed.


  1. Congratulations to you. Your daughter is amazing. I understand the insomniacs delight that is financial chain saw juggling. Even though the waves of sympathy for the stressed out truths I was laughing. You tell a clear view of life to us and we get mixed emotions. Love to all. Keep writing, maybe the message in a bottle that is a blog will help shift the balance. If the puzzle of life changes and we aren’t a useful piece let us know. We send our love to everyone.

  2. Congratulations to Christina! In the city we tend to be night owls too. But we switch easily to a morning schedule with morning chores. Lol. We are still laughing about the frog hunting. It’s a terrible schadenfreude moment. We love frogs, even very very loud ones. We understand, there is a limit to how long you can go without sleep lol. We worry about you and the vog. Are you ok? Julie, Nikki, they’re ok? Because of the vog. Love to all.

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