We had a concert this past weekend in Angola, Indiana so we traveled there Saturday afternoon to set up our sound system and practice with their praise team. All went really well, and we made some new friends (one of the best parts). After practice, we followed the pastor to his house where we would be spending the night.
Once there, we had supper together and spent the remainder of the evening chatting with the pastor & his wife (Pastor Randy & Robin - two of the most spiritual & gifted people I've met). We went to bed that night with happy hearts and were excited that we'd be able to sleep in (didn't have to be there until 9 am...sometimes our concerts start before 9!).
So...imagine that you are in a peaceful sleep enjoying the cool breeze floating through the window. Sounds great, huh?!? Well it was...until the rooster began to call. Yes...their rooster (who we'd all heard about the night before & had enjoyed the "rooster stories") began to sing his cocka-doodle-doos at 6:30 a.m.!!! He continued this for over an hour. Each time you'd think he was done & would just about fall back asleep...that stupid thing would start at it again!
Needless to say I didn't get to sleep in. And...hence the reason for my status yesterday. I was ready to go outside & wring that rooster's neck!
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When i was younger we lived in North Toledo for a year and someone gave us some baby chickens...it all worked well until one those chickens turned out to be a rooster then we had to kill them...it was quite traumatic for a kid. :)
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