I think my rooster is retarded... but my wife wants him turned into stew this morning! Our coop is a good 50 feet away from the house under a mare motel. I closed in one stall with wood, made a nice gravel and sand floor, and covered it in wood shavings. Well this morning at 2am, my rooster started crowing. And he crowed and crowed and crowed. He crowed until 5. That's when we started seeing a little light on the horizon. I say "we" because my wife was awake. She is not a morning person. Well "chirpy" decides he's ready to get up so he stops crowing, and is apparently content eating all the bugs that have died during the night beneath our bug zapper. Oh but it isn't so. For the past few mornings I've been throwing handfuls of cooked spaghetti out the back door as I go to work. He's gotten used to it, so he's standing there waiting and waiting for me to open the back door and throw pasta at him. When it doesn't come he gets impatient, and walks right beneath our bedroom window and rears back and opens up a barrel of crows. My wife jumps up on top of the bed, throws open the blinds and yells at the rooster... Well HE thinks it was his crowing that is finally getting these lazy bones out of bed so he crows AGAIN! Needless to say, it was my job to put him in the coop this morning before I left, and she is going to let him and all the other hens out when she's good and ready.