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That lousy rooster living on the farm on top of the small hill next to our house is crawing since ten in the evening. Now it's three in the morning, and the crawing is still on. Is is so loud that neither I hubby nor I can sleep. I am in the mood for starting my car in the middle of the night, to drive up the hill and strangle the feathered idiot. And make a pot of chicken soup out of him. Never heard of a rooster crawing all night long...