Something to Crow About


It isn't every day you see a guy walking down the street carrying a 50-pound rooster.

Of course, I'm only guessing it was 50 pounds. I really have no idea how much he weighed -- the rooster, I mean, not the guy. I'm assuming around 50 pounds because he was enormous, and the guy seemed to struggle to get both arms around him. In truth, the rooster looked more like a turkey than a rooster. But I heard him crow, which let me know that he was undeniably a rooster -- not a turkey, just a very large rooster.

Still, it was less surprising to see a very large rooster than it was to see a rooster of any size being carried down a suburban street. People around here walk dogs down the street, and on one occasion I saw someone walking a goat, which was strange but not as strange as a rooster being carried down the street. At first, I thought maybe the rooster had flown the coop and the guy was bringing the rooster home, I guess, to roost. But then I saw him again. And again. And then a fourth time. At this point it became clear to me that the man was not rescuing his rooster. He was taking his very large, 50-pound, pet rooster for a walk.

Naturally I found this pretty curious, and I wanted to ask the guy why he kept carrying this heavy rooster down the street. I thought maybe the guy might be depressed and he had an emotional support rooster. Or maybe the rooster was depressed, and he needed a change of scenery. But if so, why not just let the rooster walk himself? Or if he doesn't like to walk, why not get him a wagon and take him for a ride? Even one of those infant carriers would be easier on the back than carrying a giant rooster in your arms down the street. Especially a depressed rooster.

Alas, I didn't know the man so I thought it would be weird to approach him and ask him questions about his pet poultry. I began to keep an eye out my window every day, around the same time, hoping to catch sight of them and maybe get a clue as to why this was an ongoing occurrence. But every day it was simply the same show of the guy carrying his rooster down the street.

Eventually my curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn't stand not knowing anymore. So, one day when I saw the man carrying his rooster, I ran outside and approached him.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you," I said. "But every day I see you out here carrying your rooster and I just had to ask you why."

He nodded, rebalancing the weight of the compliant rooster in his arms.

"My friends have some hens down there but no rooster," he said. "So, I've been bringing him over to fertilize their eggs."


"Why don't you just drive him over?" I asked.

"Can't," he said. "He gets carsick."

"Oh," I said. "So, why not just walk him on a leash?"

He shook his head. "He refuses to go."

"Why is that?" I wondered.

He shrugged. "I guess he's a little chicken."


Tracy Beckerman is the author of the Amazon Bestseller "Barking at the Moon: A Story of Life, Love, and Kibble," available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble online! You can visit her at

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