Cocka-a -doodle-doo! Again!

We wake up each morning to the rise-and-shine herald from our friendly neighborhood rooster. We haven't caught sight of this enigma, but daily (for the past several months, at least) we have heard his presence. Did you know that roosters don't just crow (or cuckoo or squawk or whatever you want to call it) in the morning? Evidently, they make noise whenever they feel like it - morning, noon or night! And here's the funny thing: we live in a pretty urban (not to be confused with urbane!) area, but apparently not metropolitan enough. Some of the land in our area (or neighborhood, rather) is zoned for agricultural use. I guess that explains the cow bone we found in the garden....