Bye Bye Birdie

So, you read about our neighborhood rooster in Nicole’s post. The time has come, and gone, for Sir Gallo. We talked and plotted for a while. I was even enlisted as a trapper. But, Juanca, being the man of peace that he is, ultimately could not do the deed. In truth, we’ve all been dealing with the guilt of truly wanting this animal extinguished. However, to save our sanity and reclaim our sleep we agreed to go forward.

Juanca devised a Plan B and said Tuesday would be the day to complete ‘Operation Roosted’. He recruited some local boys, with cash, and made good on his word. He walked up the stairs with two feathers in hand as keepsakes for his two favorite gringas. “We’re all going to sleep well tonight.” And, to bury the guilt, we all prepared for rooster soup that Dahlia from next door would be preparing. We assured ourselves, “It’s OK to hunt it as long as we eat it.”

Juanca departed, likely to go repent for his actions. He really is a man of peace and honor. In the meantime Nicole and I proceeded to…celebrate…with feathers! We pet them and put them in our hair. We posed with bandana, pseudo machete and spear. Ah, what a relief to know that sweet, uninterrupted dreams were to be had in only a matter of hours.

The soup arrived in the early evening. Looks and tastes like chicken, NOT.

For more rooster tales see Nicole's blog at www.nicolesmith11.blogspot.com.