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“Would you like a wake-up callSee? It’s not just me! 
While I’m pretty sure they are trying to say this is a rooster, I’m don’t think it quite looks like one. The tail feathers are not long enough, and it’s just too plump. Combine that with the stance (the lack of neck being stretched out proudly), well, this is a hen, no doubt about it.
While we do currently have three boys (yes, you’re reading that right) that I’m working on rehoming, I stand firm in my belief that I have The Answer to the problem of sleepy teenagers. Indeed, while I admit that boys are obnoxious loud, I still maintain that for all around perks and morning awareness, hens are the best.
I say this, because after having solid experience with boys, I am here to proclaim that said teenagers (and indeed, children of any age- clearly NOT the parents, but the children) become quickly adept at tuning out the orchestral cockerels. While the boys actually do give us a variation of the egg song when the girls go out of sight, it’s our girls that are consistently good with just the morning alarm; unless, of course, they are actually laying an egg. And then we get more singing. 
So, you see, it’s not just me that knows that chickens make excellent alarm clocks. Y’all go get one! (and if any of you want my sweet boys, let me know! )
Ahhh…. boys and sleep. Or lack thereof. We have so little structure at home to begin with, but it’s worse in the summer. All of their schooled friends are on vacay, so it’s sleepover party time all week long. Staying up late so they can play their video games with their friends in Australia. And whatever else it is that teenage boys do. My oldest is like his momma, up and at ‘em at first light regardless of how late I stayed up. My alarm clock is set at 7:30 but I rarely ever sleep long enough for it to go off. My l’il un, on the other hand. Holy monkeys. That kid would sleep until 3 or 4 in the afternoon if I let him. My favorite wakeup call for him is sucking his hair in the vacuum cleaner hose. That usually works. Or I jump on his bed. Or I start tickling his face and poking my fingers in his ears while saying, “Awwww!! My sweet wittle baby Andrew looks soooo pwecious when hims sweeeeeping!!!” Yeah. That usually works. I will, however, say that when we lived in South Korea, hearing the rooster first thing in the morning was AWESOME!
See what I mean? You definitely need a rooster or two- one in each room.
I think they are both equally bad. I haven’t seen the girl smile but once today, and you could tell she wasn’t happy about it.One of these days, I should follow her around, taping her, um, ‘moods’.
The boy, like yours, would live online. I’m pretty sure if he could live off of junk in his bedroom and never come out, he’d go that route. I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t clean the food garbage unless it threatened to overwhelm his computer, either.
The two little girls took a break from trying to kill each other, which was a nice change. Normally, I’m not ready for school to ‘start’ (which starts here next Monday), but it does give them an excuse to roll out of bed earlier than they would normally, which means chores have a better chance at getting sort of done………. meh.
I love your vacuum trick. I think I’ll try this with the shop vac…………
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