|*Photos by Dhemy|
May 1oth, 2009 - I want him to die. I want to wring his neck and turn his annoying ass into satay. You are the bane of my existence Mr. Rooster outside my window. Come closer and you die. You are driving me insane.
And I want to do it in front of all his pals so they get the message. Normally, it does not bother me but there is something special about this rooster. Perhaps, Satan has sent a messenger from the bowels of hell to torment me. Never have I wished a slow painful death on a bird. That is until now. For a while it was like a recording going off every 45 seconds, like an evil robot bird that needs to be destroyed. I tried to snap a photo of the little monster but he slipped away. If only my camera were a shotgun. I could turn Mr. Rooster into a pile of chicken confetti.
Although I did not see it I know that cockfighting is also very popular. Nothing like two roosters with knives attached to their claws to spice up a Balinese festival. I was more than happy to skip that extravaganza.