When I was a youngster living with a band I was playing with in a house we rented by a small river, there was a rooster who went crazy and would wake the house about three or four. Now as musicians we were just settling in for the night about then and it didn't sit well.
One late night we were all unwinding in the kitchen, about three, and off he goes. I looked around and said, "Well, that's enough of that." Got up, went to my room, came back through carrying my Browning and off into the darkness I went. Silence at the kitchen table.
A couple of minutes later they heard the report. Silence. I came back in, went by them and to bed, laughter trailing behind me.
No, I didn't shoot the thing. I shot right next to it. And you know what? That was the smartest rooster I ever knew about. He didn't wake us for the remaining month of our stay.
