This here pic is of one of our young roosters. He is just now starting to crow...er...attempt to crow. This means that inside and outside of my house voices are changing. While my son's voice seems to have deepened effortlessly without any embarrassing croaks, the same cannot be said about this here rooster. His daily crows remind me of those old-timey barnyard sound machine/toys I used to shake and tip over repeatedly to hear those muffled moos and baaahs from....remember those? They were nothing more than a small, enclosed tube with something mysterious inside that, when shaken or tipped over, emitted a sound. Anywho...the sounds coming from this teenrooster are down right hilarious. Everytime I hear his crow (which sounds more like he's being strangled to death rather than trying to rise and shine) I can't help but to think about how we all have our awkward stages. Sometimes those stages last longer than we care to acknowledge but, in the end, we grow out of them...if not through them onto the next awkward stage. He makes me want to do what I choose to do and do so boldly--without fear of anyone else's reaction or comment. So what if I am "a little off" in my attempts...who cares if I don't look or sound or act like I am "suppose to"...I am at a point in my life where I have a few things to say and don't want to keep my words stuck in a muffled tube. It's time to shake things up and crow!
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