A year ago on April 1st, with tongue in cheek and an article from the St. Paul newspaper about how parts of the city are zoned for chickens in one's back yard, I approached the management of our apartment complex with a request for a chicken. It seemed fair minded since we had lost our beloved dog and a pet would be nice. They said they'd get back to me.
Last week I thought I heard a rooster crowing in the area but dismissed it because its like an airport around here with the Canada Geese, a couple of Loons, ducks, blackbirds, etc. calling, fretting and warbling. Sure enough, there's a lone rooster roaming this residential area, kicking up dirt and crowing throughout the day. I caught him as he was making a hasty retreat from my camera yesterday down the driveway. He's a beauty!
And since he has a bright red comb he belongs in the annals of Ruby Tuesday.