Wood Street Rooster

A rooster has become a fixed icon in my neighborhood, a city block from the town's main street. Of course he begins crowing before sunrise, and continues every thirty seconds to a minute until dusk. I found it annoying a month ago, but have become used to it, using the volume of his vocals to gage his proximity. I have encountered him in my driveway, that scared the willies out of me, I do not have a fondness for chickens. My blue point Siamese, Zelda Fitzgerald, treats him with ennui. I do know for certain that the chicken does cross the road, and that one doesn't lay eggs. However he makes it across and back again is a mystery, but it shatters the myth that chickens are stupid beasts. Maybe he is just sprints very well, and is stupid!!! A rooster rescue society does not exist, so I guess we, my neighbors and I, are stuck with him. Someone tried to catch him in June, using a bed sheet, and a trail of corn ---- didn't work.