Well, maybe it’s not quite that bad, but someone is raising a rooster out here. It’s a little strange — this is an urban area — but I know it’s not my imagination. Every day I hear the strangled sound of the rooster calling out — “mawk-mawk-magooo!” For a while, the sound stopped, and I felt bad for the rooster. I thought that it was some ‘slow food’ thing, carried to a ridiculous extreme, and that he wound up in a soup or as a capon. But the noises returned yesterday, louder than ever. I love all creatures great and small, but not at 5 in the morning.