Fudge has kept me guessing all along, but today I am absolutely certain. It's as if all the hormones are firing . . . he's mounting every hen that'll stand still for it (altho' several told him to push off) and he's trying to crow. It sounds like me trying to start the mower: er ER er! er ER er! (with some head shaking and throat clearing thrown in). I laughed the first time I heard it, and got the stink eye.