Sunday, 27 September 2009

The Man, the cock, the crow.

There's a cock that's been living on our wall. Lately, it's been crowing louder than ever for longer than ever. A few weeks ago, it got unbearable. My heart would jump and I'd awaken from its loud crow at 2.30 a.m. After the first shock, I got up, slammed the loovers a bit and the cock moved further down the wall, leaving us with a bit of peace.

The next night, it seemed to come back with more strength, first waking baby, then me, then Virgo. Our whole night was ruined, so as you can imagine we were far from happy when the crowing started on the third night. I woke up to find Virgo getting dressed in the middle of the night. After a while, I heard steps in the grass by our window, a cock's yelp, then the scurried steps of a cock running away (Virgo had thrown pebbles in its direction and it had ran away). The rest of the night we slept undisturbed.
Man - 1 Cock - 0

The next night,in a genius move, Virgo went outside our bedroom window as early as 9p.m., chased away the cock, and we actually went to bed smiling.

Man - 2 Cock - 0

We thought we'd found our recipe for success, so Virgo did the same thing the following night, but somehow, by 3a.m. it had forgotten all threats of pebbles being thrown at it and came back crowing louder than ever (after all, it had had a night's rest).
Man - 2 Cock - 1

Still, we thought we'd give our early night pebble chase another go so that night, same old story, a few pebbles were thrown on to the wall outside our bedroom window to get the cock to move down a bit or jump back into the neighbour's yard, where he belongs. However, a stroke of really, really bad luck hit us. The cock mistakenly jumped/fell into our garden and didn't seem able to fly back up on to the wall. This situation made it crow louder and more frequently than ever, and so begun our night of hell with crowing from 10p.m. onwards, til 6a.m.
Man - 2 Cock - 1,000,000!

But now it seems, a cool chic, a hen that hangs out in our garden has managed to walk the crow out of our garden and back to his own land and it hasn't found its way back yet. After those nights of complete hell (after all, do parents of a six-month old really need anything else to keep them up at nights???) we're hoping for a bit of peace.

FIngers crossed!

8 comments:

Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

Loooooooooooooooool!

Abena said...

*LOL* Very funny!! I do feel your pain! Animal noises are one of my 'pet' peeves (hehehehe). Our neigbour's dogs seem to have an annoying "bark at the moon" competition from time to time. Anyway, my solution is simple: catch that cock and cook it! Make some nice Cockerel Groundnut soup!

posekyere said...

When I read the first four words of the heading, I almost fainted. Lol. But then I finally got to 'the crow' part. Hehehe.
I loved this post for the territorial battle you painted. Survivor of the fittest!
I suppose the most powerful of them all is the humble hen.
Bless Maya Mame!

Maya Mame said...

Glad you enjoyed it, Nana Yaw!

Maya Mame said...

Abena, why didn't I think of that? It would probably the best tasting soup ever!

Maya Mame said...

Ha ha ha, Posekyere, that headline was for you! I actually prefer saying 'rooster' but knew that 'cock' would catch people's attention more.

And you're right, humility will always get you farthest!

Yngvild said...

one of the pleaasures of living in Norway...no cocks outside my window!! Gotta try and remember the good things with Norway, starting to miss Ghana, the sun, the temperature while the rain is pouring down in dark Norje.. Hope the cock doesnt come back and you can have some well deserved sleep!

Maya Mame said...

Yes, Yngvild enjoy the silence outside your window and the change of seasons.

As for the cock, so far so good...

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