Today is my birthday.
Unfortunately, down here at the bottom of the world, we’re a day ahead of most everybody else. So most people think my birthday is tomorrow.
I was slightly bummed today about not getting calls/messages from friends but maybe they’ll come tomorrow and it will just be like having a two-day birthday!
Tom is so right….I am overly precious about my birthday.
A girlfriend took me to Titirangi this afternoon for lunch. Titirangi is an affluent suburb in the southwest part of Auckland at the end of the Waitakere Ranges. Since the mountains start there the whole area is really beautiful…hilly and lush and green and of course the ocean is right there.
We ate at this really cute Turkish restaurant with blue and white tile floors and comfy cushioned chairs. The food was delicious and the company was wonderful and outside on the street there were a bunch of roosters roaming around.
Our two-top looked out over the hilly street below and there was a park and a small parking lot across the street and about four large, seemingly well-fed and super colorful roosters were wandering about.
They looked like they’d make some good eating, if you’re into that sort of thing.
When I was telling Tom about the roosters he wondered if you can actually eat roosters or if you only eat chickens. As I thought about it I realized I wasn’t completely sure of the answer.
“I think roosters are chickens. So are hens. But maybe we should Google it?”
It was the kind of the conversation that made me doubt my high school and college education.
So Tom Googled it, and yes, you can eat roosters, though if they’re old they should only be boiled for a very long time for soup.
If you already knew this fact and are rolling your eyes please keep in mind that Tom and I are vegetarians and don’t know anything about murdering and eating animals.
Not about being a vegetarian, but about the holier-than-thou animal murdering statement.
Plus, I’ve only been a vegetarian for a few months now. I’ve been eating animals for over 90% of my life. I should not be standing on any soapbox.
Those roosters in Titirangi were strutting around like they owned the place. They kept crossing the street, a pretty busy one, in a group and they just walked so slow and with such attitude it was like they were in a chicken gang.
I asked my friend if she knew anything about it and she said they must be owned by someone in the neighborhood.
So, of course, I got home and Googled it.
No one knows exactly where the chickens came from.
At first there were just a few of them and everyone thought they were cute and funky and added a bit of quirkiness to the neighborhood.
But then they started multiplying and now there’s over a hundred of them living in the area and the locals say they are a menace.
The roosters crow and create an awful raucous at all times of day. They drive away local bird life. They shit everywhere and cause damage to people’s cars. And like the four I saw strutting across the street with attitude, they get in the middle of the street and cause traffic jams.
It seems that for some time the suburb of Titirangi has been trying to figure out humane ways to reduce this horde of chickens.
Earlier, when Googling “Titirangi chickens” a restaurant called Titirangi Southern Fried Chicken popped up. I think they should just give the owners of the restaurant a few high-powered BB guns and tell them to go on the hunt.
If you eat chicken, you are not allowed to be mad about that statement.
Paint jobs for cars are expensive.
Anyway, I’m sleepy.
Happy Birthday to me.