Ha, ha! Hilarious Bee! My Jake is out there right now, barking up a storm! The coyotes must be near hunting for their supper.I'm helping our neighbor from New Jersey adapt to country life and his aversion to roosters crowing by placing more roosters on my property than I had previously so that he can get used to the noise. See, it's all about bein' neighborly and helpful to turn these city folks around and help them get used to country life. I take it as a personal challenge and a duty to help them when I can.Just bein' neighborly..... Sure wish I could teach ol' Jake to bark more so we could help him with that little problem as well.
Heck, nobody's complained yet. 
i cull an aggressive rooster quick. i will try some tactics first. like my foot and football. if after 3 tries . bingo done . finished.
now bee. as you know i raised in a big city. however that was along time ago. i remember as a kid. running to end of the street. where the harbor met the road. for the watermelon boats to come in.Spoken like a true West Virginian! Sorry...but the world is encroaching on our world here in the mountains and it's name is "city folk". They don't know the old rules of tooth and claw and they will stomp all over your rights to turn the countryside into what they want it to be, irregardless of how you feel about it. It's sad but it's happening nonetheless, as the yuppies move onto the old farms and what used to be farm kids play on their cell phones and want to live in town. We are dinosaurs soon to be extinct.
Too obvious. That's how men handle things...go big or go home.
Us women? It's all about the slow drip of daily annoyances that build into a crescendo of irritation.... but really cannot be called doing anything wrong. Like roosters. Or killing more deer in the deer season than they can no matter how many of their city folk buddies they import to trample the woods. It's that slow, steady salt in the wound that I like to apply that lets them know each and every day that this area is MY territory and if you can't run with the big dogs, stay on the porch and scratch fleas. City dogs are for holdin' down the couch and us old country dogs own the holler...and they need to be reminded of it in a thousand little ways every time they wake up in the morning.
