It sidled right up to me as we sat and drank orange juice on the terrace, away from the heaters where people flocked. Maybe it liked the calm too? I greeted it in friendly tones and asked it:
"Are you a rooster or a hen?"
I mean, who knows with these white chickens? They all have red bits on faces and red beard-like growths.
The chicken looked me right in the eye and seemed to take a deep inhale. Then it bellowed, unimaginable decibels emanating from the small animal.
"COCKADOODLEDOO!!!!!!"
Even the people at the tables by the heaters laughed.
