...and it continues...

The battle has not been conquered quite yet with our feathery foe. Considering he probably has a brain the size of a pea, I guess he hasn't figured out yet that we REALLY don't want him as a resident of TVA.

Today Wolfgang received some "good husband points." While I'm the one who has been doing the chasing, this morning when I had no will power to get up and get the rooster to shut up, Wolfgang stepped in, after listening to the dumb bird for a while. It was a slightly amusing to hear a slightly distressed rooster from our window, as it was being chased away.

Yesterday I purchased some ear plugs, but after testing them while the children were yelling and screaming on the playground, I soon found that they don't help so much.

So the battle of the rooster vs. (wo)man still continues. I'm thinking Wolfgang and I are going to have to come up with a plan B, and it might not be pretty, although we've both said that we ourselves couldn't actually kill the rooster if we had it in our possession. I've been inspired by my friend Brooke when she said her dad caught one that was in their yard one time, and he drove it away to someone's chicken coup and threw it over the fence.

Hm...