And Still I Rise

Once upon a time the fowls in my neighbourhood crowed in the wee hours of the morning. As a child terrified of the dark,the crowing was a wonderful reassurance that darkness would soon lift and blessed light would flood the entire area. I can recall waking to what was in my child's mind the black of the night only to hear my granny say it was fore(sp)day morning. I always wondered how she knew but she would say "cock already crowing". Sure enough,the pale light of early dawn or dawn would soon trickle in the room.

Lately, I have been observing that the cocks are crowing as early as 9.55 p.m in some instances. Being the idle person that I can be I set out to observe these new age/dysfunctional fowl cocks. We observed that on some moonlit nights(close to full moon in particular)the fowl cocks would indeed crow;no doubt mistaking the moonlight for dawn. However, we observed some renegade cocks who are hell bent on crowing just for the heck of it. A case in point was last night as we sat watching Rising Stars only to have the 8 pm night punctuated with loud crowing.

Could it be that the cocks have morphed into guard dogs,crowing at the sight or sound of intruders? Or,have they realised their function as alarm clocks have been seriously eroded? Another Vincy saying,one that I recently heard is that the crowing is a sign of pregnancy. If only the fowl cocks could talk,eh.