Mean Birds Need Not Apply

After yesterday's unfortunate and very undesirable drama, today we laid low and stayed close to the cottage.

Our biggest accomplishment, aside from staying out of trouble, was to finally locate the source of the persistent "cock-a-doodle-do-ing" that has been driving Alistair mad!  Every time he hears it, he looks around frantically asking, "That sound?  That sound?"

Today we found the culprit: Mr. Paul's apparently very surly rooster.  Word on the street is that this menacing fellow has been in "rooster time out" for the past few days (hence the disembodied rooster sounds) for bad behaviour toward his farmer.  If this bird's demeanour does not improve drastically, I fear that he has an imminent date with the soup pot.  After learning all this, I am glad there was a strong fence between my two year old and this fluffy yet aggressive music box.  I am not sure Alistair's loving coos and attempts at gentle pets would have been as appreciated by this feathered fella as they are by our Pecky Becky back home.  

Needless to say, while I am open to eventually finding a replacement for Beemster (I sure do miss his perky morning wake up calls), Mr. Paul's rooster is not in the running for sanctuary on Gael Glen Farm.  Mean birds need not apply.

P.S. I am also looking for a gentle and non-adventurous female turkey as a special friend for Pecky Becky - just in case you happen to know of a nice turkey hen looking for a mate.

P.P.S.  We know that it is weird to seek out other people's farm animals when we are on vacation from our own farm.  We must have a built in farm animal radar; I guess we are just special that way.