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Mid cockadoodledoo

I happen to know this is the doodle portion of a cockadoodledoo. Uncle B got the whole crow in three shots. The third shot, Sam’s neck is outstretched, clearly marking it as the doo portion. The first one is therefore the cocka and this is the doodle.

Though it actually sounds more like rucka-rucka-roo, that’s a little Scooby Doo for me.


Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 30, 2023, 10:16 pm

Always thought off it as:
Errr ah errrr errrr errrrrrr

Brings back pleasant memories no matter when.

Because I seem to tune it out when it sounds at 4:00 am in the winter.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 31, 2023, 5:13 am

It’s a great photo. Perhaps you will immortalize him on paper. We have neighbors with chickens, but I rarely hear a cocka-doodle-doo. Our house is super-snug and we never open our windows (or we’d hear trains all night long).

The super-moon is keeping me awake tonight, and the house is too warm. I’m up at midnight, eating buttered toast and drinking Jim Beam Black. Sigh.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 31, 2023, 2:14 pm

We had a bantam rooster when I were a lass. I hated that bird so bad. He always crowed in the middle of the night right outside my bedroom window.

Comment from durnedyankee
Time: August 31, 2023, 5:56 pm

Northern Maine, 50 miles south of Calais Maine (that’s pronounced Kalis btw). 4 boys in one bed, with a thunder mug (in an actual commode), in an upstairs bedroom with no heat.

Singing “Roll over” at the top of our lungs till the adults would tell us “knock it off!”.
“There were ten in the bed and the little one said Roll over! Roll over!”
I was the little one.

The sound of the rooster on the adjoining farm firing up just before dawn when the fog was still hanging low on the fields and the grass was drooping from the weight of the dew.

You probably can still get that scene at, or near, Badger House.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: August 31, 2023, 6:46 pm

Durnedyankee—you’as durned near a Canadian!
Do you read Sippican Cottage blog? He’s in Rumford, Maine.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: August 31, 2023, 8:01 pm



Granny Yankee was a Newfie, and great granDurneds were a bunch of French Quebecois (with, allegedly, a Passamaquoddy Indian thrown in)

Other side of the state, Out Machias way along the coast.

Still Maineiacs. 😁

Mrs D thought I was speaking a foreign language when I took her Down East the first time. “Ayuh” ain’t the half of it.

Comment from OldFert
Time: September 1, 2023, 1:40 am

We don’t have any chickens nearby, but we have a NOISY frog or toad that announces his presence once in a while outside the master bath. Sounds like he’s right behind the toilet but we’ve never been able to find him.
Yesterday he announced himself outside the living room window. Yaaay.

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