cockadoodledoo.....

ok, so i was parked in front of a farm gate this morning at the break of dawn.....and chanced to hear...and see an actual rooster crowing his greetings to the new day.......i had not been witness to such an event since i was a child visiting my crown grandparents....and i had forgotten just how evoking it could be....like proust's madelines.......but on this morning i just sat in the car, sipping my coffee and wishing i was still in bed....the farm-chore gig is actually our daughter's project......she was asked by our neighbor's to feed and water and watch over their livestock on place they own on buster pike....while they went on a weeklong caribbean cruise....the farm is located less than 2 miles from here....a distance that seems much farther away before sunrise.......i dread tomorrow, when this feat must be accomplished along with getting ready for school/work.......i believe that our child had imagined herself riding her bike over and back in the mornings and in the evenings....by herself as an independent contracter....but this woild never be a safe bet for a 13 year old.....and so one of her parents must manage the transport....as well as the cajoling of the 13 yearold to get herself out of bed earlier than usual as she so faithfully promised she would do......luckily, the evening shift is not my problem on this day.......and for that i give thanks.......