We got along very well, and that’s the reason I haven’t asked them to give the rooster away. Over the past few weeks I’ve killed the rooster in my head with my bare hands several times, which is quite embarrassing, because I love animals and don’t want to harm them. In one of my fantasies I’ve even used large pruning shears, which we normally use for our trees.
I’ve hinted to our neighbors that I’m not really happy about their rooster, but I don’t think they’ve become aware of my discomfort. One of the remarks was, come on, you’ll get used to it. Well, I don’t. At least not yet. If we try the surgery and the rooster doesn’t survive, well, it might damage our good relationship…