Well, the weather is damp, foggy and blah. All animals have crammed themselves into the barn except for one young rooster. He is standing in the field, crowing like there’s no tomorrow. He must have woke up late…it’s way past dawn. He missed the morning crow contest at 5am. I guess he is trying to catch up with the others or he just feels like being a pain by screaming out his male macho call of the wild. I wonder if Mr Axe has been sharpened!