Key West! Turquoise colored waters, tan people crowding the narrow streets, the smell of cigars on the air ... and chickens. Everywhere, chickens! I guess it started with cockfighting and Cubans who brought their love of the bloodsport with them to Florida, but now the clucking and crowing fellows rule the roost, er, are everywhere!
Maybe this guy was a little unsure about his job performance, or maybe he had some OCD going on, but he crowed starting at 6 and then every few minutes until I finally got up and closed the windows and started the morning coffee. It's been a long time since I woke up to a rooster's COCK A DOODLE DOO. But, I sure did in Key West!
Here's a little something from John Mellencamp. Ahh. Key West.