Any long-time follower of the oopoomoo blog will remember the adventure of our Chain Mail Chickens. We sent four, very brave rubber chickens out into the big, wide world to experience a life of adventure and bring fun and joy to our free-spirited photography friends. We were amazed at the response from both feathered friend and photo buddy. Apparently, photographers are just as corny as us (did you get that sly innuendo, just there, about corn? And chickens? No? Ok. Read on, – you can still get valuable information here.). The journeys of our intrepid fowl were documented by the skilled hands of many photographers and you can catch up their back stories here. Three of our feathered friends, Stu Pott, Cluckin Chuck, and Peter Pecker made safe returns to our chicken coop back home in Cochrane, Alberta. But somewhere out in the big barnyard of the world, Larry Lays-Two-Eggs, most sadly, went M.I.A. Last we heard he was in transit between British Columbia and Florida… we suspect he may have been fried somewhere in Kentucky but we held out hope he escaped the 11 herbs and spices! We secretly hoped that he’d defected, a la Edward Snowden on some kind of crackdown on the inhumane reality of chicken battery coops.
But now we’re not sure.
Well, it seems we are not the only ones who are concerned for the safe return of Larry-Lays-Two Eggs. We have this updated report from Drake Dyck of an interesting encounter he had related to our missing chicken. Drake’s report follows below:
It’s been a while since I have been in touch with oopoomoo, but something happened today while I was out taking photos in my neighbourhood that I thought I should pass on. It was one of those days where the weather was changing from overcast and breezy, to clear, sunny skies. I decided to take advantage of one of the sunny breaks by taking some pictures of our flowers. Just as I was snapping a photo of a lone tulip, an intruder appeared!
Well, this is the first time that I’ve heard of a flower being photobombed, but there it was, a crazed looking chicken. Immediately, my Golden Retrievers gave chase, and one of them, Meva, caught the culprit before she could fly the coop.
I persuaded Meva to turn her over to me for a little chat and I learned that her name was Henrietta and she was here searching for a long lost member of the Chain Mail Chicken clan. She said that family lore had it that one of her uncles went missing a couple years back when he was on a grand adventure visiting photographers across the country. According to the story she heard, one of the last destinations that her dearly departed uncle had planned to go to, was Sooke, on Vancouver Island. That’s what she was doing in my garden; she was searching for her uncle. After hearing her sad tale, I decided to help her in her quest. First, we searched the rest of the yard and she stopped for a drink from the hummingbird feeder.
Then we walked to the nearby pond, where the search continued.
Despite looking high and low, we didn’t see her kin anywhere.
Henrietta was in a foul mood, even for a fowl. She was getting hungry from a full day of travel all the way to Sooke and then trudging through the cattails. As she crossed the bridge, she called back to me that she was going to grab a bite to eat.
Seeing what looked plump and tasty, she jumped at the chance to fill up. She told me later that it was the worst hotdog she ever ate and it was no wonder someone had left so many of them on sticks all around the pond.
Before I could explain her mistake, she was off filling up on some mushrooms.
The cattail and mushrooms must have made her very thirsty, because the next thing I know, she’s crawling over to nearby stream and wading in. She found a bottle and was drowning her sorrows.
I fished her out and reassured her that her uncle would be proud of her for going to such great lengths to try and find out what happened to him. This seemed to buoy her and she decided to take a brief rest under a nearby tree to collect her thoughts before continuing.
Feeling refreshed, Henrietta decided the area around the pond had been thoroughly searched and that she should walk me home. On the way, she saw a gentleman watering a garden and stopped to talk to him. Unfortunately, he didn’t say a word and remained stone faced the entire time we were there, even when Henrietta cuddled up to him.
Henrietta was disappointed that we didn’t find a trace of her long lost uncle and she said she wants to keep searching around the area. She said that she didn’t have a plan as to what to do next, so she’d have to wing it. When I invited her to stay as long as she wanted, she was overjoyed and insisted I take one more photo when we got home, where she told me she was going to make sure to stop and smell the roses!
I have a feeling that Henrietta will be joining me on some more of my local adventures, but I hope that when I’m taking photos, she’ll keep a little lower profile… at least most of the time. If the missing link from Henrietta’s flock is ever spotted, she will make sure to send him straight back to his family with the clan at oopoomoo.
If anyone else has information about our missing Larry-Two-Eggs let us know. Below is a portrait of of beloved chicken!
To see more of Drake’s photography be sure to visit his website!
Any long time follower of the oopoomoo blog knows about our Chain Mail Chickens. Our four rubber chickens have traveled the world and been photographed on their adventures by many of our photographer friends. Three of our chickens; Stu Pott, Cluckin Chuck, and Peter Pecker made safe returns to our chicken coop back home in Cochrane, Alberta. Somewhere out there Larry Lays-Two-Eggs went missing in action. Last we heard him he was in transit between the British Columbia and Florida… we suspect he may have been fried somewhere in Kentucky but we hold out hope he escaped the 11 herbs and spices. If you see him in a bucket somewhere, do let us know!
We took two of the chickens with us to Trochu for our Buicks, Badlands and Old Buildings photography workshop in August. We often torture our photography students with a hard assignment because “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. We chose Al Dixon, a faithful oopoomoo disciple, to tackle the hard assignment of taking the two chickens and making a ghost story photo essay in 2 hours! Well, Al blew us away with his results and we present them here as:
The Tragic Tale of Clucksburg by Al Dixon
Our story starts with a plucky little chap named Cluckin Chuck, who struck out from the safety of his family’s coop in search of his own destiny. His original plan of striking it rich as a prospector & gold miner soon came to an end, due to his pathetic lack of upper wing strength. Not to be deterred, he soon opened a saloon to ensure his miner friends were well refreshed after a long hard day. Soon, others began to settle in the area and a town was born. The residents named the town Clucksburg, in honor of its founder.
Chuck was a lovable sort of fellow… the kind of guy that would give anyone a feather off his back. His saloon was always full, and Chuck was commonly seen visiting with his customers.
The whole town was a buzz with the news of Chuck’s impending nuptials. He was due to wed the beautiful Hot Wings Hettie. Being the towns only school teacher, she was know by all and had many a suitor.
One such suitor was another prominent resident of Clucksburg, Dr. Stu Pott. Dr. Pott begrudgingly came to town after his many failed attempts to secure a position in a prestigious big city hospital. He felt being a small town doctor was well beneath him, and he ruffled more than a few feathers in town with his pompous attitude. He spent most of his time writing paper after paper in an attempt to escape this small town. The only bright spot he saw in town was Hot Wings. News of her upcoming wedding to Chuck only intensified his hatred for the groom-to-be.
After several heated discussions over the course of a couple of weeks, the town was rocked by tragic news. Chuck had been found stabbed in the kitchen of his saloon. Although there were no witnesses, not a soul in town doubted who the culprit was. The irony, though, was as the town’s doctor; Stu was the only one who could save Chuck.
While receiving what was less than stellar care, Chuck continued to fight and slowly started to get better.
Soon he was strong enough to get out of bed only to fall victim to a massive stomach infection. After a few days, Chuck’s valiant battle was lost.
The town mourned the loss of its Founder. Hot Wings spoke eloquently the service, and not a dry eye was to be found. The funeral was attended by all but one of the townsfolk.
Life for Dr. Stu Pott became much harder with the passing of Chuck. The town had lost a beloved friend, but try as they may they could not prove his guilt. Revenge, however, was Chuck’s to be had. Many said that they spotted his ghost haunting the office of Dr. Pott on numerous occasions. Soon the constant harassment became too much, and Stu left town.
After Chuck’s passing, Hot Wings took over the saloon and ran it until she passed away at the age of 85. To this day, many say you can still see Chuck’s presence around the table he once shared with his friends.
Hot Wings, however, never did forget what Stu Pott did to her beloved and her spirit holds a grudge to this day. A word of caution… if you do come to the saloon for a meal; whatever you do, do not order the stew…
An update on Larry Lays-Two-Eggs continued journey.
For the entire duration of Larry Lays-Two-Eggs stay, he kept his travel log diary fully updated. I expect that we will have a few differences of opinions, so while Larry is in transit, I’m going to tell the world my version of the story first.
Finding a rubber chicken stuck in the sands is not an every day occurrence. It can be quite shocking. Once the cries of desperation identified himself as Larry Lays-Two-Eggs from oopoomoo, I started digging in and between each wave crashing ashore. With a rising tide, time was of the essence.
Once freed from the grasping quick sand hands of Prince Edward Island’s north shore, Larry was in shock and not thinking clearly. Cold and wet, Larry ran up and down the beach like a chicken with its head cut off. As I watched in disbelief as he dodged in and around the marram grass that covers the coastal dunes, Larry tripped on some fishing line and trapped himself in an abandoned lobster trap wreck.
Larry was a mess and had sand in every crack of his body. He needed a warm bath and some relaxation after his journey across the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. He was finally starting to calm down and kick back the shock of a rough few days at sea.
For the next several weeks, Larry traveled around Prince Edward Island as my side kick – making a permanent home in the side of the camera bag. It was front row seats for many sunrises and sunsets. It was a tour of champions.
Needing to stretch and have some alone-time, Larry ventured off on his own and found a nice little perch of drift wood looking out over the Northumberland Strait.
Something must have spooked him during that time because he took off in an Olympic record setting sprint. And of course not learning his lesson, again found himself entangled in an old abandoned lobster trap. Unfortunately for Larry, this trap did not have the safety of the dunes as he soon realized just how quickly the tide rushes in. Another rescue was in order.
The rescue dog was set loose and an adoption was made.
This adoption was not all fun and games and at times, it looked painful!
This didn’t sit well with Larry and one night he snuck out an unlocked window looking to make his own adventure. What Larry did not know is that weather changes quickly and going to bed with a backyard of grass can quickly be covered in snow by morning. We found Larry the next morning, feet frozen, and in need of a third rescue.
It was a painful surgery to recovery Larry’s feet but it had to happen.
Larry could no longer be trusted and we were required to hire a Nanny to babysit. Larry spent the last few days enjoying some early Christmas quiet time before we officially sent him on his way across the country for his next adventure.
Where will Larry end up next? If you find him, keep an eye on him – he’s a quick and an unpredictable little bugger.
Below is Cluckin’ Chuck’s recounting of his stay with photographer Al Dixon
After spending days cooped up in my box while traveling from Quebec, I was quite excited to arrive in Stony Plain, Alberta. Upon my arrival at the home of Al Dixon, I could hear an excited young voice filtering in through the box. With no one to talk to during my trip across the country, it sounded like that would no longer be a problem. As it turned out, I had a great time playing and chatting with his daughter while I was visiting them.
My initial excitement, however, was short lived when his daughter opened the box. It appears that I had arrived at dinnertime and was a little shocked at what was on the menu!!
After spending the evening chatting and getting to know each other, it was time to turn in and get some rest. Al’s daughter, Ashlynn, offered me a spot to ‘bunk down’ during my visit. It was a very comfortable spot and I got a chance to make a bunch of new friends. Best of all, they seemed so content to listen to the stories of my travels and didn’t even interrupt once!!
Late one night, Al and I went for a drive out in the countryside. While we were driving around in the dark he explained something called light painting. While I wasn’t sure what this was, it sounded like we were in for a late night. As we drove around looking for a spot to shoot, we came across an abandoned bicycle. It had been left against a fence post on the edge of a farmer’s field. Looking at the bike sitting there, I just had to jump on and go for a spin. Unfortunately, in my excitement I had not taken into account how short my legs really were.
While I sat on the bike in dismay, Al jumped into the shot and started to flap his arms around. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he sure looked like a wounded bird. It wasn’t until I saw the photo that I understood what he had been doing. He said that he hoped it made me feel better for not being able to ride the bike. It sure did!!
The following morning I found myself being woken up early. We were off to shoot the sunrise and found a great vantage point to shoot from. The best part was that there was a perch for me to great the new day from.
A few days later, I found out that we were all going to take part in the World Wide Photo Walk. I wasn’t sure exactly what this was, but could deduce that it was going to involve cameras and a whole lot of walking. When Ashlynn saw my apprehension about doing a bunch of walking, she kindly made room for me in her camera bag.
After hanging out in the camera bag for a while, I began to get a tad ‘peckish’ and set out looking for a snack. Spying what looked to be an oddly misshapen corncob, I scrambled up into the crook of a tree. Sadly, all I found was a simple leaf and was forced to continue my search.
A short time later, I came upon a rather quiet and gentle giant. He appeared to be kneeling down to offer something to me. Thinking he may have some corn, I scrambled up to see what he was offering. Finding nothing, I began to search frantically. Soon, I found myself in a rather precarious and embarrassing situation. Thankfully, Ashlynn came to my rescue but not before Al had a few laughs and snapped a few shots.
Sadly, my time with Al and his daughter soon came to an end and I was on the road again. This time I’m heading home and looking forward to seeing Samantha, Darwin, and all the other Chicken Cousins.
What better way to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving than with a story of Stu Pott, one of the Chain Mail Chicken Cousins, falling in love! Below is Stu Pott’s musing from the home of Keltie and Stan Masters:
After 3 weeks of flying from the Philippines, I finally arrived in Water Valley, a small hamlet nestled in the foothills of the beautiful Canadian Rockies. Boy are my wings tired! What a relief it was when Keltie & Stan Masters opened my box, to find the air was so clean and fresh – and oh how I needed a bath! I was told there would be lots of new friends to meet so the first thing I needed to do was to have a “bird bath” in the refreshing rundlestone bubbler fountain that was outside in the front yard. All that jet lag washed away from my rubber body as I stood under the cleansing waterfall. I think Keltie & Stan enjoyed it just as much as I did, as they sure spent a lot of time taking photos of me trying to get that “perfect blur” effect to their pictures.
After feeling so clean and handsome, I then took a stroll through the lovely flower garden Stan & Keltie built last year – and then it happened – I spotted the most gorgeous creature I had ever seen – the “Garden Fairy!” Seeing her made my rubber quiver and gave me “chicken bumps” all over! It was love at first sight! My time here would be short so there was no time to waste – we quickly snuggled up and shared all our intimate thoughts. This was truly “heaven on earth!”
As the days passed, the lovely Garden Fairy showed me around the place she called home. One day I even went fishing at a “dry hole” with “Smokey” the black bear, who showed me the patient skill of waiting for the fish to bite. Although it was a bit breezy, Keltie enjoyed the opportunity to once again play with her camera in attempts to catch the rainbow grass blurring in the gentle breezes.
On another day, Stan took me around their home and showed me all the various trees and critters that lived in the forest. I truly felt at home here and could even picture myself becoming a “spruce hen” living among the evergreens.
While strolling through the forest we also came upon an “Inukshuk” – a symbol to welcome everyone and to let you know you were “on the right path.” Which was good to know as there was this furry little animal that kept stalking me, and made me a bit nervous, which I later learned was “Sadie” the Masters’ kitten. Apparently she has a rubber chew toy that resembles me-UGH!
As my time flew by while at the Masters’, you could certainly tell the seasons were quickly changing as the temperatures were starting to drop. One morning we woke up to -2C and a small flurry of snowflakes gently coming down. Oh what fun it was to sit outside and try and catch the snowflakes on my tongue, a game that kids (and child-like adults) often play during the cold, snow covered winter months. And, oh of course another photo opp for blurring snowflakes! Yes winter is certainly on its way!
Well it’s time to head back to see Sam & Darwin. Over the last few months, I’ve certainly traveled to a lot of beautiful places and met some wonderful photographers. And although my soul is a restless one, and I must move on, my heart will always remain in Water Valley with the lovely “ Garden Fairy.”
Most of you know me well by now. My brothers and I were given the opportunity to travel the world. Following my recent stay in Illinois the mail delivery service brought me up north and east to Québec City. I arrived at my host’s place at the end of August, I was to stay there for a couple weeks, and at first it was a shock; I mean a cultural shock, as all I can hear around me was French…. Fortunately my host was fluent in English and she quickly taught me enough so that I could have a normal chicken life while visiting Québec .
My host, Michèle, and her husband, Claudel, first invited me to visit their cottage on “Île d’Orléans”. We arrived late but early enough to take some interesting pictures of the full moon reflecting beautiful light on the St.Lawrence River.
Not long after we packed our camping gear and hit the road further east to “Les Grandes Bergerones”. I soon realized I love this way of living: camping in the wild, early breakfasts, fresh air, not much planning ahead… except searching for whales!
“Not much luck” one might say. No whales were spotted. Yet, personally, I had lots of fun watching the kayaks moving gracefully along the shore.
At one point I almost tried to kayak myself… but I decided not leave my hosts alone on the shore and stayed with them as they were planning our next move; trekking along a peat.
The peat hike was a great choice because I was able to appreciate the beautiful red fruits of wild cranberries. Beautiful yes, but far from ripe… bitter enough to make me run away!
It was a good opportunity for some shopping in a Native art boutique. While Michèle and Claudel were looking for some clothes, the owner provided me with an opportunity to take a rest in a pair of handcrafted boots.
Back to Québec City I visited downtown. I particularly appreciated fountains at “Place de la Gare” and “Place de la FAO”.
Besides architecture I was overjoyed when I met with some street performers. I was so pleased, and impressed, when they invited me to perform live with them.
Towards the end of the day I took a bit of a break on an lookout facing the astonishing and colorful “Rue du Petit Champlain”.
A few days later Michèle and Claudel invited me to joint them for a trip in the Eastern Townships. They were traveling there to celebrate the anniversary of one of their cousins. What a surprise when upon arrival I realized I was to spend a few hours on a small farm chatting with my own cousins!
The Sunday of that weekend Michèle and Claudel pushed further west to Montréal. They wanted me to meet with Jules, their newborn grandchild. It was an opportunity for a quick nap.
It felt a bit sad when Michèle make the necessary arrangements so I can complete the next segment of my trip through North-America.
In our continuing travel diaries of the Chain Mail Chicken Cousins, we find Cluckin’ Chuck in Illinois with his host Jeff Lynch from TwoLight Photo. We’ll let Chuck take it from here as he describes his travels:
I arrived at Jeff’s house on a Saturday afternoon but no one was home and the mail man left me on the porch. I wasn’t discovered until sometime on Sunday. At least I was in a box and covered in bubble wrap. I’m still trying to figure out why you would bubble wrap a rubber chicken but that’s a story for another day! Once Jeff rescued me I was grateful he gave me a breath of fresh air first thing!
Jeff wanted to give me my own room but we soon found it it was a little too small for me!
Jeff got me settled into a larger room that he said was air conditioned and that is the preferred spot for my kind when they visit. I was skeptical at first but soon I felt like I was back home in Canada.
I could sense the fun was going to start soon. I got to do all kinds of fun stuff while in Illinois. First thing we did was go through something called a car wash. Let me tell you, I was sure glad I was in the car!
I went to a local car show but wasn’t all that interested until I saw some food! And I do have to agree with the graffiti I saw there!
I went to the local art center and got to see something called a darkroom and somehow got stuck in a box. Fortunately a key was found and all was good. When we left Jeff said we should leave a donation for the art center. I wasn’t amused that Jeff volunteered me as the donation.
The Farmer’s Market was a lot of fun looking for vegetables but I got pretty tired and took a quick nap on some corn.
We even went house hunting but it was pretty hot so when we got back to Jeff’s house I wanted to cool down a little. I found a nice cool spot but didn’t stay long!
I also discovered that train tracks were a lot harder to cross than I thought!
I thought it was pretty cool that Jeff provided me with a warm sleeping bag so I wouldn’t be cold at night in that special chicken room!
I got to meet some new friends while I was here although one was a little nutty.
All in all, I had a great time but was excited about heading to Quebec City to meet Michele! You can see more pictures from my adventures with Jeff by clicking here
Date – Uncertain
I have been trapped in this dark box for several days now, having lost track of time. I am bound in some sort of paper-like material that is uncomfortable and itchy. I have no food, water or light; which makes a chicken angry! I think I am in a cargo hold of a plane based on the loud rumbling noise like a jet engine. I don’t know how long I have been trapped here or if I will ever get out.
July 17, 2013
Freedom at last! I have arrived at my destination. Someone received the box and opened it and light came pouring through the cover. I was as blind as a chicken with its head cut off but my eyes soon adjusted and saw the friendly face of my host Aung Lwin!
July 18, 2013
Today I was able to get out and see some of the area. Aung took me to his office. I arrived at a very busy time for him but he said he would take me to some nice locations as soon as he wrapped up some work.
July 19, 2013
Today I went cycling in the morning. The sky was overcast, the temperature cool but it was lovely to see the Swiss countryside. At the top of a hill we stopped to look at a great view of Lake Geneva and some parts of the Alps.
July 20, 2013
Today we took the train to Vevey which is a small but beautiful city by Lake Geneva. We took the bike with us on the train and cycled around the lake shore. I had fun riding the train — the view was amazing. It reminded me of my dreams of flying (it’s tough being a featherless bird!).
We arrived at 9 AM so the sun was already up but the city is surrounded by mountains so we were still cool in the shade (I do wish I had feathers). My host busily took photos and I rested on his bike and watched the day progress. Soon it got much warmer and I got a little overcooked (as they say in the Chicken world). I sure wanted to go for a dip in the lake but Aung was worried I would be mistaken for a sitting duck and end up a hawk’s lunch. That did not sound appetizing to me! So instead I tanned on the pier.
We found a statue of Charlie Chaplin and I asked Aung if I could practice my climbing before heading deeper into the Alps.
Finally Aung took me on his bike through a beautiful forest. What a rush!
July 21, 2013
Today I left my new friend Aung. He regretted having to put me in the dark box and send me away from Switzerland. But he said I am going to a really interesting place next where they absolutely love chickens – Indonesia! I can’t wait.
Ahhhh… Peter arrived safe and sound in the Yukon! He has been enjoying the notoriously friendly folk from these parts and like so many before him, has been completely seduced by the “magic and the mystery”. And the long daylight has made it impossible for him to keep track of time as there is always another cabin to visit and a friend to make along the way. In fact he has been invited to stay for the remainder of the summer so he can take part in a unique boat trip on the southern lakes! He is the envy of many with the invite to visit Ben-My-Chree next month and then to join a group of pals as they travel the South Canol Road on another rare adventure. Try as I might he is having no part of moving on until…well it may well be until the first frost when he realizes the inadequacy of his featherless body in this northern clime. He also, it seems, has a weakness for Yukon Brew and on more than one occasion has been seen sidling up to the fancy feathered boas worn by the gals of the can-can line…. He will have quite the story to tell, should his adventures on the road be pulled from his sometimes loose beak…..he has been quite the house guest I tell you, at least when he is able to find his way home….He was off to Tlingit country this week and I did my best not to let him wander off or join one of the all night Stick Gambling teams. He was particularly vulnerable when the grouse dance took to the stage. When I am able to keep up with him, I am doing my best to document his wild time here in the Yukon. Seems he has needed to let his feathers down (bahahahaha!) after the time “at the farm” in Ontario, but he isn’t talking much about that….but I do occasionally hear some night time clucking and stammering about someone losing their head in his presence? In the mean-time he is doing a fine job of burying this trauma during his waking hours here in the Yukon. Gotta love the midnight sun and the endless adventure that comes with it, keeping us far from our night time fears…the ones that find their roots in Ontario anyway. Just sayin’….
In the further adventures of the Chain Mail Chicken Cluckers we are happy to report that Cluckin’ Chuck has arrived in North Carolina at the home of photographer Eleisa Barbour. Below Chuck reports on his adventures in the Old North State.
Finally I arrived at my next destination. I had heard how hot it was in the southeastern United States so imagine my surprise when I arrived on a wet doorstep in the countryside of the piedmont North Carolina. Left me right on the back step that postmistress did. Right during a rainy TORNADO warning. Once I was freed from the soggy box I noticed the most beautiful sunset and loads and loads of beautiful flowers. Wait! Is that a ROOSTER I hear crowing?
Today I spent the day in the office. Met lots of fun people/stuff and tumbled around in a drawer full of bras. Underwear paid the bills.
Caught a ride home with a celebrity tonight. Does anyone else recognize this “puppy” from the July 2012 Chrysta Rae Scavenger Hunt?
Tonight I felt a wee bit homesick. Lucky for me Blossom Flowerpot knew exactly how I felt and she assured me that it would all be fine then sang me softly to sleep.
One of my favorite quotes is from Thomas Merton who said: “Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.” Eleisa photographed me practicing my daily dose of happiness!
Tonight I met two amazing factory girls – Mirabella and Edie. They had travelled to the United States from China and had made a home for themselves. They are best friends but understand that sometimes it is your differences that make your time together so amazing. I joined them under the stars and together we watched a man in a red pickup truck harness the moon for the person he loved
My time here in North Carolina has come to an end. Just before I am boxed up to continue my journey, I watch the sun set, throw back my head and howl at the rising moon – take that roosters!