One morning a few weeks ago I noticed the strangest thing in my neighbor’s front yard.  A rooster.  Now if I lived in the county or the suburbs perhaps this sighting would not be so surprising. But I live in the city – not a big city – but a city all the same.

I don’t know where this rooster came from. Neither do any of my neighbors. He just showed up one day and decided to make himself at home in my neighbor’s yard.

Every day Timothy wants to go outside to see the rooster.  We try to get close to him, but he runs and hides in the bushes.  But he doesn’t stay there for long.  He seems to like all of the attention he gets when he is roaming around the yard.

We don’t know what other people are calling the rooster, but we have named him Red.  Red the Rooster.  Not a very original name for a rooster – but we like it.

Red has become somewhat of a local celebrity.  When people drive down our street, they slow down to look for him.  I don’t know how long Red will stay on Meadowbrook Road, but for now we are enjoying having him around.