--Drinking coffee on the front porch this morning watching the sun come up I realized it had been almost a hour since I’d heard my neighbors whack a doodle chicken.
--Now don't get me wrong the quiet was nice. But surprisingly I found I actually missed the dang fool chickens crowing.
--It was then that I realized I was probably suffering from a mild case of hostage syndrome.
--Of course I’m sure my wife would just say it was because I hate change even if it's for the better....
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