Before The Cock Crows

For the most part, I’ve always considered myself an animal lover. Nature is beautiful, majestic and glorious. There are so many colors and so many sounds, it is easy to simply sit and watch the wonder of it all. Slowly I am learning all that glitters is not gold and there is a part of that majesty I am beginning to despise. Where I once loved all creatures great and small, I now find myself to have a growing contempt for roosters.

Cock fighting is a big sport here in the Philippines though I don’t care much for it. Almost everyone in this barangay owns a rooster that they have hand raised to partake in the gaming so that, hopefully, they can win big pesos. It would be easy for me to turn a blind eye to the barbaric activity were it not for one small detail regarding the birds: they’re loud. They’re very loud.

It is not the cry of the bird that stirs a passionate anger in me though, it is the simple fact that the birds seem to have no concept of time. They go off at night, every night, just after 3am. You can set a watch by them. I have tried to exercise myself to exhaustion and I pop Benadryl like it’s candy but it is all to no avail.

I smell chicken dinner.

I smell chicken dinner.

Every night I wake up to the sound of the cocks crowing only to imagine myself climbing over the neighbors wall and strangling one of those birds with my bare hands, slowly enjoying the pleasure of twisting its neck and then plucking out the feathers one by one and enjoying the count (one feather, two feather, three feather) while preparing a big vat of boiling oil so I can make the best fried chicken you’ve ever eaten. The cock crows again and this time I imagine making Adobo. The next one is chicken soup.

The locals consider the sound to be like music and they all tell me I will get used to the sound. I’m patiently waiting. Until such a time comes, I smell dinner every time I hear the sound of one crowing. I took the liberty of recording the pestilent noise so you can listen to the sounds here. Take note: the opening sound you hear is the flapping of rooster wings!

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