Go, you chicken fat, go away!

David woke me up again at the same time as yesterday.  So I was out and running at exactly the same time as yesterday.  5:23am.  But before that I had remembered that I left the water running in the backyard last night.  I meant to shut it off before I went to bed, but I forgot.  So my grapefruit trees are nice and watered.  But my orange trees didn't get touched.  About a month or so ago I noticed that a couple of chickens were roosting the night in one of the grapefruit trees.  This is what my remaining chickens from our previous batch use to do after the coyote attacks.  Then there were three in the tree.  The other night I saw four.  But this morning, even David was up in the tree.  I assume it was because I left the water on and it was flooding out their coop.  So, being up in the tree above the wall line, his crowing had no sound blocking whatsoever.  He usually crows when he wakes up in the morning and at least three more times for every hour after.  He also crows if someone turns on the sunroom light late at night.  And he crows if someone goes in the backyard.  So since I was in turning the water off, he started crowing again.  I bopped him on the head with a shovel.  That stopped him for about a minute, but then he was at it again.  I took the recycling and green barrel out to the street.  Then I started my stretch routine, and he must've heard me and started crowing again.  I keep saying he's got to go, but like Aunt Polly, I don't have the heart to do it.  (I'm listening to the Adventures of Tom Sawyer right now.)  So I was running north on the Floodway and I can clearly hear David again.  I'm like, "I've got to be half a mile away!"  I pull out my Strava and sure enough, half a mile.  He must be waking up everyone.  The rest of the run was uneventful.  The sky was overcast and gray.  The Canal is completely full and serene looking.