As I'm walking home today on Saratoga-Los Gatos, who should I spot rustling and bouncing around in the undergrowth but a rooster! (Actually, I'm not positive whether he was a rooster or a hen...he seemed pretty masculine to me.) He seemed bewildered by his surroundings, as if he had no idea how he had gotten there. He was also hopping about with great agility and energy.
At times like these, I really do like Saratoga...where else would you be able to walk, a highway on one side with cars and motorcycles zooming by, and on the other side...a lost rooster?
Later at home, I told my dad, and he said, "Why didn't you catch it and bring it home so we can eat it?" The absence of my mom and her cooking has clearly driven him to a barbaric and insane state of mind.
Cross your fingers for Team USA tomorrow!
